sun4ki

[sun4ki]

NEVER GIVE UP

[sun4ki]

You better feed me Robin stuff now.

...hi 💜

[sun4ki]

Forgetting i have this acc ,.,. Uh have this ig

[sun4ki]

Its funny when people go through my bag, like yeah theres the normal stuff, my pens, my laptop, my sketchbook, Robin in the corner, my fan, a glue gun just in case, and my umbrella

Also, hello, im back from my haitus

[sun4ki]

december 1998 (下)

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you and robin finally have a civil conversation after months of avoiding and thinking you've moved on from the past, and it brings back too many feelings that you buried away for too long. are you being too calculated? or has fate already written your story in its books?

a/n: im going to start doing little a synopsis of the chapter at the start instead of me doing a trauma dump and moving on, this would help me keep better note of what i've written!

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"Again."

You scowl, setting your shoulder down and raising the bow up, drawing back, aiming, firing.

8.

"Again."

Your mother's voice is cold, harsh. Still, unmoving force that you will never understand. You let out a shaky sigh, repeating the same motion, but you grow tired. The ache in your left shoulder growing and you can barely hold the bow steady anymore.

8.

"Ag-"

"Mom, please."

She doesn't say anything, looking at you with a brutal glint in her eyes that would have sent chills down anyone else's spine but you're used to it now. You just look at her, defeated. If you had looked closer, you would've seen the slight crumbling of her usual tough facade as she turns around.

"Ten minutes."

"Okay."

You watch as she exits the room, and the second the door closes-

"FUCK!"

The sound of a bow stand being kicked across the hall echoes through the empty chambers of the indoor sports hall. Chest heaving, you stand with your bow in hand and unshed tears of frustration threatening to fall. The score was too low, far too low. 30 points below your personal best and you are three months out from the biggest international youth archery competitions. You might as well just throw in the towel now.

"Calm down, Y/n."

Huffing, you turn around to face your coach. Jing Yuan uncrosses his arms, pushing himself off the doorframe he was leaning against with a dissatisfied look on his face as he moved to pick up the bow stand. He had been watching the entire session, not saying anything. A part of you resents him for that right now, because all you wanted was for someone to speak up.

"That was a very nice bow stand you just kicked."

"I'm sorry."

Your voice isn't recognisable to yourself anymore as you put your bow on the stand, collapsing onto the ground. Jing Yuan lets out a frustrated sigh, and you can't even bare to look at him right now in fear of seeing that disappointed look on his face.

"You've been through plateaus before-"

"Never for this long." You snap, throwing your hands over your face. Your eyes hurt from how long you've been staring at the same yellow circle for.

"You need to pull yourself together."

"What do you think I'm trying to fucking do-"

You freeze, eyes widening as you scramble up to your feet with an apologetic expression. You just cursed out your coach, the same guy who has been with you since you were four. Helping you through every hurdle, getting you to where you were. How could you say such things to him, what's wrong with you? Why-

"I'm so sorry, I just-"

"Let it out." Jing Yuan raises an eyebrow, cutting you off with an expression you can't read. "Come on. Yell at me."

"What?"

"Let it out."

Scoffing, you cross your arms, looking down at the ground.

"No, why would I do that?"

"You're frustrated, you aren't performing well because you're distracted and you're tired. It's been a long year, hasn't it?"

"It's Christmas Eve, Jing Yuan." You say quietly, looking out the window of the sports hall. The days keep shortening, it's 4pm and the sun is already starting to set as the snow falls outside and all that weighs on your mind is not even your score, rather it is Robin's words. You want a break. "I want to go home."

Jing Yuan lets out a soft hum, looking out the window with you as he walks towards you. He picks up your bow, moving to take off the stabiliser.

"Then maybe it's time you get some rest."

You swear you could've broken down crying from relief. You were just exhausted and you never realised how exhausted you were until you talked with Robin. Until you saw the same look on her face, the one where you've been stretched too thin but you think you can convince yourself to keep going.

"I'll talk to your mom. Unpack the rest?"

She stands outside waiting for you, a look of disapproval that you have gotten all too used to now as you lift the bow case out with your head hanging.

"Merry Christmas, coach."

Jing Yuan smiles, softer now.

"Take a break, kid."

Yukong looks away, an all too familiar look on her face as she says her thanks too before walking off to the car in the parking lot. Neither of you exchange words on your way back, not as she drives her way down the hills, not as she parks the car, not as she exits. She leaves you to do your own thing, she gets on with her day. It's frustrating, living with a brick wall that is only responsive when you do what pleases her.

"Y/n?"

Your head shoots up at the sound of Stelle's voice, and you can't help but break into a smile. Stelle's gaze softens at the look on your face, shaking her head.

"What did we say about overworking ourselves?" She says jokingly, casually walking out into the snow with a t-shirt on to help you with your bow case. You can't help it- a small smile snaking its way onto your face whenever you see her.

"What did we say about you putting a fucking jacket on?" You roll your eyes, following her back inside the house.

Stelle had been staying with you for the past month or so, and what surprised you the most was how okay your mom had been with all of it- even now. She never once asked when Stelle was leaving, or never once treated Stelle with any form of coldness or disdain. In a sense, you envied Stelle because your mother actually treated her normally. Never asking her when she's training after school, if she's studying hard enough, if she's working hard enough. She just let Stelle breathe, and you wanted that so badly. But having Stelle around did make things a bit easier at home, you had someone to look forward to seeing when you got home after rough days of training- someone to vent to about a bad shooting session, or after having a weird conversation with a certain someone, dropping down a specfic bag of candies you normally wouldn't have questioned.

"I think she likes you."

You blinked at her first response. You expected her to be shocked that Robin approached you, or outraged for you. Instead she stared, point blank, from your bed. You spun around in your chair, eyes wide.

"HUH-"

"NOT IN THAT WAY!" Stelle held her hands up defensively "Like in a- in a friend way. Like she's trying to get close to you again, but she doesn't know how to approach you since you've shut her down."

"She shut me down first-"

"See? It's that defensive nature of yours, that's why she's afraid to fully reach out." Stelle sighed as she closed her math textbook "How about you make up your mind on what you want to do first? If you want her in your life or not?"

You've been musing over that question for the three days since she's said it to you. You've gotten used to Robin's presence, a stranger now living in the same town you were forced to to forget her in. You hated it at first, but like most things in life you learn to live with it. But Stelle offers you a perspective you were always too in denial about to fully acknowledge.

"Do you miss her?"

"What?"

Stelle is looking at you with a mixture of curiosity but also sincerity. Her golden eyes bore into yours, as if questioning the pillar you've stood on for years now. You tell yourself you don't miss her, you hate her for what she did, she hurt you and you have every right to hate her. But in that five minutes where you sat in the gymnasium together, it brought back a feeling you never knew you craved. A presence you long learned to stop caring for. But you had it back for a split second, that moment of clarity with her, and you've been craving it again since. Like a drug, you want that moment of calmness back.

"I don't know." You say quietly, taking off your winter coat as you look down "I really don't know."

"Can I be honest?"

You already know what she's going to say. You look out the window, unwilling to admit the truth to yourself. So Stelle takes this into her own hands, forcing you to look at the truth you long buried away.

"I think you miss her more than anything in the world."

It's supposed to be a happy day, a loud day. Children out running through the snow eagerly with their parents hand in hand behind them, smiling at this moment that their life has led them to. Robin can't focus on any of that. All she can stare at is the email screen, waiting and waiting for a notification. She stares until her eyes have dried out and everything she looks at is sort of blurry. She stares, nothing.

"Robin, they're not going to respond for a few weeks." Sunday says from across the room where he was laid on the couch, flipping through a book. He keeps an eye out for her, just in case.

"I know, but-"

"It's Christmas. Shouldn't we be out celebrating?" He mumbles, flipping the page. Robin lets out a groan, dropping her head against the desk.

"I can't. I feel like I- I don't know. I did well but also horrible at the same time. I can't tell what she was thinking. I-"

"You need to stop thinking." Sunday closes t he book with a quiet thud, tossing it onto the other side of the couch as he gets up, stretching. "Come on. Let's go on a walk."

"What? But what if they-"

"You've been staring at that screen since 8am and it is currently 5 in the afternoon. The damn sun has already set. Now come on."

Robin follows him reluctantly (she wasn't given a choice, really, he forced her out and practically pushed her out the door), not even listening to what he's talking about half the time as they trudge through the bustling city. He asks if she wants to get a cake for them to celebrate and she just mumbles an incoherent, absentminded response that had him sighing. They continue walking until Robin suddenly freezes in her steps. Sunday halts, turning around to look at her with a confused expression, following her gaze to see-

You and Stelle laughing, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as she pulls you in for a rather aggressive hug. You were smiling so brightly, Yukong standing behind you guys with the faintest hint of a smile on her face.

She can't fully process the feeling in her gut, but she can feel her heart come to a full halt when you look up and meet her eyes. You freeze, your smile dropping slightly and she feels that sickening feeling in her gut stirring again but the ending is different this time. This time, your face morphs into a softer smile, you hold up a hand as if waving to her, and you mouth two words.

Merry Christmas.

Before she even gets a chance to respond, you've already turned around, Stelle leaning in close to you as you drag her off. Yukong notices her, waving politely as well as she offers a stiff smile before following you two. Stiff, cold, the snow still falls and you've disappeared into the crowd again.

"Robin?"

But she feels warm. That smile, those two words. You didn't walk over to her and start a conversation, you didn't reach out and actively ask to talk, but you took the first step. You unlocked the door, and all she has to do now is open it.

"Let's get the chocolate cake, Sunday."

He feels his shoulders relaxing, a genuine smile forming on his face for the first time in weeks because there's a breathlessness to Robin's voice that he hasn't heard in forever.

"We can get whatever you want, Robin."

[sun4ki]

Guys sorry i lied about being in college

I was held back 6 years.

[sun4ki]

Me is tired :(

Im tweaking so bad rn

[sun4ki]

I know, i stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me.

This was it. You managed to finally find the courage to ask her out. Ask out the beloved songstress, your best friend… You planned out everything.. it HAS to be perfect.

It’s prom, the two of you went together per usual. As you arrive, the dance floor was filled with plenty of pairs dancing, the sight reminding you a field of flower with how some of the dresses flow elegantly together.

And if we go someplace to dance, i know there’s a chance you won’t be leaving with me.

Robin took your hand, dragging you to the tables settled at the corner of the room, grabbing a few drinks before the two of you scurry your way to the balcony.. a feint chuckle slipping out of your lips..

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two.

Time passed by like sand quickly pouring down your palm. Robin’s chuckles, her smile, her words, voice, the smell of her perfume, the dress she’s wearing, it was all so elegant..

You practiced for this for weeks now, you knew Robin probably wasn’t into those cheesy kinds of stuff, how were you supposed to confess if you don’t know what to say?

I practice everyday to find some clever lines to say to make the meaning come true.

It was all very confusing and overwhelming, what if you ruin it? What if she feels uncomfortable with you? What if tonight was the last night you see her?

But then i think I’ll wait until evening and im alone with you.

The clock strikes midnight the time you realise why you were here the first place. It was perfect, the stars were shining, the sounds of crickets chirping below them while the curtains flow through the air, a cold breeze blowing through both of you.

The time is right, your perfume fills my mind, the stars get red and, oh, the sky’s so blue.

She looks over to you with her star-gazing eyes, her lilac-silver hair drooping down her shoulders. She smiled when she saw your awe-struck eyes.

It slipped out your mouth.

And then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like—

“…I think im in love with you.”

[sun4ki]

I wanna write angst.

[sun4ki]

Robin mentioned…

       (,,>ヮ<,,)! 💬 ᶻz ◜ LOVE COUNTDOWN ◞ 𖦹

ᗂ 　 ᛝ 　﹒ 𓆩❝ tell me do you wanna be my lover? are you ready to be mine. ❞𓆪 ᶻ𝗓 𐰁 ︵︵

◞◟ ⦂ #pairings ₎₎ ❝ robin x fem!reader

◞◟ ⦂ #content ₎₎ ❝ fluff, tgswiiwagaa!au, 890 wc, not proofread!

˖ ⠀#synopsis ⠀ ୭ৎ　in which... do you even know she isn't even a guy at all? 𓈒 ’

˖ ⠀#notes⠀ ୭ৎ　i love wuh luh wuh and new writing style too ig... might make a part 2𓈒 ’

⌣ 🪽 ❝ The record store was glowing vaguely in the dim light. Its warm light looked as if an amber wine glass had stumbled out of someone’s hands and shattered onto the street. You had always loved that tiny shop with its walls embellished with vinyls and CD’s that seemed to tell a story of the past. It was just like the other nights, except for the relentless thrum or flutter within you that began the moment “he” caught your eye a few weeks ago.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ The Cashier was just your type, a fusion of elegance and secrecy, a stranger that felt like “he” has sculpted out of my most loved guitar riffs. Robin as the name tag suggested, had a great sense of style which always caused your cheeks to have a red hue. You would often spot lovely hands that were sorting through stacks of records or brushing silver-blue bangs away from sharp narrowed eyes.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ You were supposed to be looking through the CDs, probably on the hunt for the latest from an Independent band but instead, your gaze remained fixed at “him,” similar to how a needle would get glued to the record. “He” was intriguing, the humming sound caused you to be fascinated with “him.” Watching him move on the floor like music with an underlying pattern. Each step of his was measured to the strum quiver of a guitar string.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ There is something nearly criminal about this admiration full of silence. Your heart makes a tune of its own which is quite different from the soft music currently playing in the store. In your head you repeated that you had come here for the music and not for… this, whatever it is. But then, the sheer magnetism of Robin’s presence made such concentration impossible.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ Not today, though! You resolved that today would be different. You will talk. It will not be those brief and shy talks which had developed into your daily routine, but it will be a conversation. A real conversation.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ While you daydreamed, someone walked into the store and the soft bell twinkled on the door making you snap out of it. You shook your head realizing that you were staring in what looked like a lovelorn daze. Clearing your throat you focused on the CDs and absentmindedly touched the shiny cases to appear engaged.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ “Do you have something specific you’re looking for?”

⌣ 🪽 ❝ It was a voice that was deep and smooth and held the edge of laughter as Robin approached you which caught you slightly off guard. Robin was just a few feet away from you and was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and the corners of “his” lips curved into a small smile.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ Your heart almost jumped out of my mouth, “Umm..” I quickly looked around for something to say in order to avoid embarrassment “I am just browsing the store, particularly the indie section. ” The way “he” spoke was intoxicating... smooth, like the warm crackle of vinyl, each word measured yet unassuming. You nodded quickly, hoping the warmth crawling up your neck wasn’t as visible as it felt.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ As Robin slid back to the counter, you let out a sigh you did not know you were holding on to. Your fingers mindlessly rummaged through the CDs, but your thoughts were elsewhere. Why did “he” feel so magnetic? Like some inscribed string had been struck deep within making it vibrate at a frequency you couldn’t quite make sense of. It wasn’t only “his” appearance although the silver blue hair along with sharp defined features certainly did not do you any favors in maintaining composure. No, it was more than that. The very fact of how “he” held himself as if every movement and every word was a song perfectly delineated. There was a distinct quality in “him” a symphonic and harmonic one that you desperately wanted to comprehend.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ After all, there was one album you had finally managed to pick up, quite random if I must say, and headed towards the desk. As you got closer, Robin glanced up with the slightest recognition in her eyes softening “his” stare after which went on to say that, “Good choice” “he” said while scanning the CD with an ease that that was like it was rehearsed. “They have quite a unique sound. A bit more heavy but meaningful at the same time. You should enjoy it.”

⌣ 🪽 ❝Before you could ask, Robin handed you the CD, “his” fingers brushing yours ever so slightly. The contact was brief, fleeting, but it sent a jolt through you nonetheless.You blinked. How did “he” know that was exactly the type of music you were drawn to? Before you could ask, Robin handed you the CD, “his” fingers brushing yours ever so slightly. The contact was brief, fleeting, but it sent a jolt through you nonetheless. “Thanks,” you mumbled, gripping the CD tighter than necessary as you turned to leave. “Wait,” Robin’s voice stopped you just as you reached the door. You turned, heart pounding, to find “him” leaning casually against the counter, an air of hesitance about “him.”

⌣ 🪽 ❝ “If you’re into this band,” “he” said, nodding toward the CD in your hands, “you might like the open mic night we’re hosting here next week. Local artists, mostly indie stuff. It’s... worth checking out and I'll be performing too...” Your eyes widened. Was Robin inviting you? Or was it just a casual suggestion? Either way, your heart felt like it was on fire. “I’ll... think about it,” you managed, offering a small smile before ducking out of the store rather quickly.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ Robin exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she'd been holding, leaning against the counter for support. Her fingers curled around its edge, knuckles white. That brief exchange… your shy smile, the way your fingers had brushed against hers when she handed you the CD was enough to make her carefully built façade tremble ever so slightly. After all you always looked at her like she was someone else, this enigmatic “guy” who effortlessly exuded cool. She didn’t mean for it to happen.. Though it was the way you gazed at her, like she was someone worth noticing. Someone worth admiring.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ She gently pulled off the beanie, letting her hair cascaded down past her shoulders in loose waves. The weight of her silver strands felt grounding, a reminder of who I really was beneath the guise… The quiet girl who doodled in her notebook during class, invisible to almost everyone except, somehow, to you.

⌣ 🪽 ❝ Eventually she'll tell you the truth… Right?

[sun4ki]

New carrd hehe 🥹



This was my old one, which one do u guys like better

[sun4ki]

Btw love you <3

Hate ur uncle and #FF0000 though ^^

the purpose of friends is to have people who unconditionally hate your shitty exes & relatives. like maybe YOU have a complex relationship with your father but i sure don't. i'm outside his house with a gun. he's not the unforgivable asshole who raised me he's just an unforgivable asshole

[sun4ki]

Rip my legs after Ghostface Robin

-YOU STOLE MY LIGHTCONE

Fr.. like ask me my fave horror movie?

Come in and i’ll be on my bed scattered with rose petals. Lowkey wanna draw that.. but motivation is hard to get nowadays 😞

[sun4ki]

Sigh…. Sometmes i forget im an artist and can draw anything

Maybe i cooked with this..?

[sun4ki]

My bsf… i love you pookie 😞

Guys if my bsf has to go through one more goddamn canon event im killing whoever did it. @sun4ki istg. Give me the word and I will eradicate them.

[sun4ki]

I know i talk about how gentle Robin would be during sex but i just KNOWWW she got that idol flirt in her.

That woman is SHAMELESS. SHAMELESS I SAY.

She doesn’t care really if you’re all brick red from blushing because of her teasing, she would STILL continue to flirt.

Almost everywhere you go, if she’s there. You’re bound to be stuttering words out..

She enjoys that shit.

Even when she isn’t speaking, you just know her eyes are on you, practically undressing you with her eyes.

Oh my god Robin take me istg 😞😞

[sun4ki]

Babygirl came home.. 🙏🙏🙏