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dollfaced-erin · 1 year ago

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Ngl the sugar daddy jing yuan reader fic lowkey intrigues me, like why did Jing Yuan resort to something as finding a sugar baby? Was he stressed over something as well? A relationship problem? Was he that lonely?? I feel it would be nice to explore!

i love this request. it took me a while to find the right songs and good scenarios, but i got you covered, bby ! I MIGHT NAME THIS SERIES THO ! it's a WIP obv unless until i finish the main storyline and will take longer time to accommodate to unlike the main story (and that one already takes an eternity) do enjoy the treat !

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𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 ! : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ , ᴊɪɴɢ ʏᴜᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ , ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴄʀᴀᴅʟᴇ

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ! :

ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢ , ᵃⁿˣⁱᵉᵗʸ , ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉˡᶠ ʰᵃʳᵐ , ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ, EXTRA LONG.

Another day...another report.

Scratch that. There were hundreds of reports on his desk as is. And they were piling as time grew on. Not like it would ever stop. They just kept adding up, accumulating like the spam emails in his iMac monitor before him.

And his secretary was of no help either. Sure, she did her work mighty fine ! Being on time, punctual, taking all the calls and planning his meeting and fixing up his schedule. But that makes him feel more annoyed than ever.

She's just too punctual. And she expects him to be like that too.

She was always rushing him to do his work, always nagging him on and on to pay attention to the business proposals, to look over the reports, remind him again and again that he had lunch with the Lead Researcher from that growing Space Research Centre built under the name of one of the most well-known geniuses known to mankind.

Herta's Space Research Centre...and her Lead Researcher who was currently managing the Centre on her own... Asta...

What time was the meeting again...?

"Remember ! You have a meeting with Lady Asta from the research center at 2pm this afternoon ! Don't be late ! It's a crucial investment !" He heard Fu Xuan's voice ring in his mind.

Oh...2pm. He had time before that.

He sighed in his chair, leaning back into his leather chair as he ran a hand through his messy silver hair. Lazy golden eyes glanced at the time showed on the standby mode on his monitor...

"1 : 45..." he read aloud, his voice carrying his lazy tone through the silent room.

He thought about it.

1 : 45 ?!?!

He never bolted out of his seat faster than he ever had before.

"Hahaha !" The man laughed as Jing Yuan retold the tale of the earlier day. A hand landed on his back, slapping it playfully as his friend found humor in his troubles.

"Don't laugh, asshole." Jing Yuan said, a frown of frustration on his lips. But it slowly curled up into one of amusement seeing his friend like this.

"You're really finding my concerns entertaining, don't you ?"

"Sorry, sorry. My bad." The man said, raising his cup of alcoholic beverage to his lips, sipping it elegantly.

"But then, what happened ? You rushed out of your building to the meeting place. Did you see Lady Asta ?" Blade asked, looking at his friend with a smirk on his lips.

"Oh, you bet. I found her as soon as I got there. But fortunately for me, she had just arrived herself. So, I wasn't too late, nor did I make her wait." Jing Yuan said with a relieved sigh.

The two were meeting up in quite the high-class bar. Somewhere that had classical music playing, dim lighting, expensive drinks of the finest quality, quiet chatter and the clinking of glasses and extravagant attire. It wasn't your average bar. Heck, there were barely any ruthless drunkards in places like this, those who caused ruckus when they drank too much.

"But Fu Xuan, that girl..." he pondered, shaking his head at the mention of his secretary. "She really needs to learn how to loosen up and stop asking me day after day when will I hand my company over to her."

"Oh ? She's blatantly asking you to make her the heir to the corporation ? Very...brazen, of her." Blade said with a furrow of his brows and nodded his head.

"It doesn't get any easier, Blade. Believe me." Jing Yuan sighed.

It was just another day in his life. He was the CEO of one of the top companies in the country, or even the world ! The Xianzhou Alliance was branched into 6 franchises under one brand, though usually known individually. Fanghu, Luofu, Zhuming, Xuling, Yaoqing, and Yuque.

And Jing Yuan just happened to be the CEO of the Luofu branch, also being the youngest and one of longest reigning ones at that. Not only that, he was known for his good looks, his intellect and gentlemanly manners.

Blade just happened to be his friend from college and was the main mechanical engineers for the bigger productions of the company, building his name to be known far and wide for a man as young as him. He was known as Yingxing, formerly. A nerdy young man that loved art.

But after a certain incident, he dyed his hair black and changed his alias to Blade before joining a group of debt collectors that made quite the name for themselves.

The Stellaron Hunters.

Jing Yuan sighed, raising a hand at the bartender for another glass of bourbon. He needed a little more liquor to forget the tension that night.

"So, of course the meeting didn't end there, right ? I heard that Herta was planning on opening a university to give opportunities to more...brilliant minds. Perhaps they wanted to collaborate with the Intelligentsia Guild ? Heard they too opened up a new university recently." Blade asked, pouring another glass of Koshu sake for himself.

He wasn't too much of a fan of the harder liquors. He loved to savor his drinks and take his time relishing in the bitter taste. Like the little things around him. He loved to watch drama unfold, especially if he wasn't involved in it.

Even better if he was the cause behind it.

But he wouldn't do that to Jing Yuan. His dude needed a break. Especially since they have known each other for a couple of years now.

"Yeah." Jing Yuan said, nodding his head at his friend. "I suppose you could put it that way. Lady Asta wanted to meet up to ask about the funding for the research in the space station. Now that you mention it, I think she also said something about investing for the university ?"

"I don't know anymore, Blade..." Jing Yuan sighed, hand over his eyes. "After that meeting i came back to more papers and reports. Then tomorrow, the meetings and the negotiations...the business proposals, photoshoots and interviews and not to mention the stalkers recently. Fu Xuan is literally gonna snag my ass one day if she really thinks I'm as incompetent as I look, I swear to the Aeons..."

He let out a tired chuckle, leaning over and setting his elbow on the table. His friend looked at him worriedly, knowing that it might not sound like much, but for Jing Yuan to openly admit his problems like this...

"Why don't you ask her to loosen up your schedule ?" Blade asked him softly, a hand on Jing Yuan's back.

"And listen to her lecture me about time management ? I'd save at the very least 2 hours of my time reading reports." He chuckled dryly, shaking his head and pulled his hand away from his eyes.

"That's not gonna work, Blade. She'll say I have nothing better to do in my time anyway...I go home with those uncompleted documents but I still have to keep thinking how I'm going to arrange my thoughts for tomorrow."

Then they heard a small commotion. There was a man slamming his hand onto the table, and a young lady before him. She looked firm and resolute, not even flinching as the man before her expressed his distaste and anger to her.

"For the last time, I'm saying no. I told you, I don't have the money for it !" The young lady said calmly, her hands spread in front of her to exaggerate her point.

"You brought me here, and then expect me to sign up for Herta's Space Research school to study biotechnology under Madam Ruan Mei ? Do you have any idea how crazy the fees will be ?" The girl asked again, folding her arms over her chest as she merely glared at the man that stood in anger before her.

"Plus you know that I'm already struggling with fees in the Yaoqing Academy is already crazy enough. And that's with scholarship. I'd then have to pay Yaoqing for stopping halfway and my scholarship, then pay the registration fees of Herta's school."

"Imagine having to go to some prestigious, preppy place filled with studying, that I don't even have time to go work to buy myself dinner." The lady stressed with a shake of her head.

"But this is your opportunity !"

"I...I cant afford it..." she admitted softly.

Jing Yuan's gaze softened as he looked at this troubled lady. He wished he could help, watching her being pressured like this. But he wasn't a charity... if he helped her, many more would come to him for the same reason...

But it was a waste that a beautiful young lady like her didn't get the opportunity she deserved. She looked like she was well-versed in studying, and going to Herta's university would secure her a bright future working with the Intelligentsia Guild, or Herta's Space Station or the research facility, or even the IPC !

"I cant keep dating someone who doesn't have standards, (Y/n). My family will look down on me ! And I'm always paying for you when we go on dates, you never spend for me !" The man said with anger present in his tone. Then the young lady before him bit her bottom lip, her eyes trailing off somewhere else.

"Wh-what did you expect from dating me ? You know I'm poor. I work part time at a cafe, juggling assignments, bills and chores. I...I cant always have the luxury of spoiling you ! And you yourself wanted to go on dates, promising me that you'll handle the bill." The lady said, tears in her bright eyes.

"Or not you'll never go on dates with me !" The boyfriend exclaimed, making the girl, (Y/n), feel even guiltier.

Then he slammed his hand again on the table. "Enough ! We're over. I cant keep dating a leech who'd do nothing to improve her life even when there's a path !"

Then the man stormed off, leaving the lady alone and humiliated in the middle of the expensive bar with all eyes on her. She didn't care about that, she was mainly troubled on the fact that she'd have to cover the bills herself...

'How interesting...' Jing Yuan thought to himself as he looked at the pitiful lover.

She was a beautiful young lady, perhaps around 22 years old ? She seemed pretty young. Perhaps she's in the middle of pursuing a degree ? To change majors means she must be pretty early into the registration. Foundation, perhaps...

She looked very ordinary, unlike the others in this bar. She had beautiful (h/c) hair, the brightest (e/c) eyes that shone under the warm lights of the bar. But she looked tired. She was broke. Wallet, and heart.

Jing Yuan couldn't hold back anymore. He didn't like seeing a young woman as innocent as hardworking as her getting dumped just because she didn't have the money. What kind of asshole does that, anyway ?!

Jing Yuan got up from his place, ignoring Blade's voice of questions as he walked over to the young woman who sat alone.

"(Y/n), right ?" Jing Yuan asked, and she looked up, those bright (e/c) eyes, glistening with tears as she sadly looked into his warm honey eyes.

(Y/n) seemed startled and quickly wiped her eyes. "Yes, th-that's me." She said, nodding her head.

"See, I don't do this often, but..." Jing Yuan started as he sat before her. "I'm quite certain the entire establishment heard what happened between you and...well...your...ex lover...?"

He grimaced a little at the word 'ex', knowing it must still be a touchy subject for her. But she didn't seem to mind and just nodded her head.

"Yeah, I saw this coming, obviously." (Y/n) said with a light chuckle. "I knew we weren't going to work out. But he was persistent, constantly egging me on and on to date him, that one day I just said yes."

"Well, it seems like you're going through a rough patch, and I know you just want to head home and sleep it off. So, I want to help you out." Jing Yuan said, taking the bill on the table and reading out the receipt list.

"Let me pay for tonight."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened as she looked at him, blinking owlishly as she heard his offer. This...this random man was willing to pay for the receipt ? The orders she didn't even indulge in ? She felt guilt eating away at her stomach, making her fidget in her seat.

But what choice did she have...?

That's right. She didn't.

So she nodded her head.

"Wow, didn't know you could be quite the gentleman, oh CEO Jing Yuan." Blade said as his friend came back after seeing off the woman named (Y/n).

Jing Yuan nodded his head, feeling a light blush dust his cheeks from the teasing manner of his friend. But he brushed it aside quickly, composing himself to wish away the blush as quickly as it came.

"I just couldn't leave her there. It would be quite...distasteful." Jing Yuan said, taking his seat back next to Blade.

"Mm...but she was quite the catch, wasn't she ? Too bad she ended up with a sorry excuse as a boyfriend as him." Blade said with a laugh, his Adam's apple bobbing as his voice rumbled.

"She was indeed beautiful, yes." Jing Yuan said softly, nodding his head as he reminded himself of the young woman. "It was funny how she didn't even recognize who I am. Most young women would."

He caught Blade smirking at him at which he quickly composed himself with a fake smug smile back on his lips.

"Anyway..." Jing Yuan said, looking at Blade with raised eyebrows. "How are things with you and...Dan Jia ?"

Blade immediately was caught off guard with the question, his pale face dusted with a red blush that went all the way up to his ears. Dan Jia was one of the heirs to a multi-billion organization that was partnered with the Xianzhou Alliance, more known towards their love of arts and entertainment.

And Dan Jia was the woman that had loved him before and after his change. The only person who understood and still stood by him no matter, and it wasn't like any one could oppose her, anyway.

"A-ahem...Dan Jia and I..." Blade stuttered, turning away for a moment as he slowly sipped at his drink.

"We...got engaged." The male said and Jing Yuan glared at him.

"And you didn't even tell me ?" "I was going to when you were in a more chill mood ! Don't blame me trying to be considerate of your feelings !"

Then Blade got an idea. He smiled widely, looking at his friend before uncharacteristically clapping his hands, something he did when he had a mind-blowing revolutionary thought. Usually it meant good news for the company, or friends, so Jing Yuan was very intrigued to hear.

"How about you find a lover ?" Blade asked with a pat on Jing Yuan's back.

Jing Yuan had never heard a solution so stupid from this former engineer before. He sighed, and slapped a hand onto his forehead.

"No no, hear me out for real here." Blade said, trying to pull back Jing Yuan's interest. "If Fu Xuan says that you have nothing to do in your free time, find someone that can act as something to fill in time you need. You cant put hobbies, because hobbies are meant to be something to be done in your free time."

"But what if you had a commitment ?"

Then Jing Yuan looked at Blade like he made the best idea ever. That actually made so much sense ! But...

"What if I get even more stressed from it ?" Jing Yuan asked, looking at Blade.

"Based on the trends right now, students are more frequently found on dating sites, and you could start from there. Give Fu Xuan some reasons to throw her off the scent and make sure she doesn't schedule every second you manage to breathe in the aircon of your private office." Blade explained again, his hands making and tracing gestures onto the surface of the bar top.

'Students, huh...? Perhaps...he might even...' Jing Yuan wondered.

"You mean, be a sugar daddy ?" Jing Yuan asked with a raise of his eyebrow, and his friend laughed.

"Not necessarily." Blade said. "Give it a feel, take on a few blind dates. You have nothing to lose. If it doesn't work out, tell it straight, then proceed to leave."

"You know how happy I am with Dan Jia. Perhaps it's also time for you to find someone too, Jing Yuan."

So he followed the advice of his friend. Blade was right, he didn't have much to lose if he played his cards right and used his professionalism right.

He downloaded the dating app. And to make things look a little easier to filter the horny, money-hungry women who never left a shred of decency on their profiles, he put on the status of 'CEO. In need of a sugar baby, willing to spend time with me.'

He kept swiping left, left and left. The ones he swiped right on were also just as unsavory, so he kept searching. Until he saw this one account he felt drawn to.

And swiped right.

After a bit of talking, they decided to meet up at a student friendly cafe as to not pressure her. He was feeling quite peppy about it, a light blush of happiness on his cheeks as his feet tapped impatiently on the wooden floors of the cozy cafe.

He made sure to dress casually, a mere dark grey sweater and a pair of white slacks. His hair was still in it's usual messy style, but he tried to make himself look a little presentable, tying it up into a ponytail. It was still messy, but he tried.

He was meeting up with a young lady who was a student in need of help for her tuition loans and apartment bills she couldn't handle on her own. But though she reached out to him, she was often times hesitant to find a 'sugar daddy'.

His heart was pounding in his chest. He never felt this excited before. It had been long since they started talking and she was finally comfortable with meeting him after so many times of denying.

Then he saw her. The girl he was waiting for, shyly enter the cafe with reddened cheeks as she tucked back her (h/c) hair that fell over her face from lowering her gaze so much.

"M-Mr. Jing Yuan..." She greeted as she pulled the seat before him.

"Miss (Y/n). What a pleasure."

He had been searching for her all this while, and he finally found her.

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seryu-17 · 9 months ago

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Most underrated vocals in KPOP (my opinion)pt.1

My most underrated vocals in K-Pop. This is only my opinion and isn't supposed to hurt anyone. Let me know your opinion in the comments. Who do you think has underrated vocals?

I don't hate any of the idols or the groups. If I don't mention an idol that has an amazing voice doesn't mean I hate them, I am just gonna talk about the ones I think get too less attention. There are way more idols to mention!

The8: I mean, have you seen his voclas in "Fallin' Flower", "Anyone" and "Home; Run"!?!?!? ""Hai Cheng"?!?!? For me he has one of the most underrated vocals. Give this man some more lines please. Btw I love "Side by Side" both versions.

Jun: When we are talking about The8 than we also have to mention Jun as well! His vocals as well in ""Fallin' Flower" are just so underrated and amazing, but as well as in "_World"

S.Coups and Vernon: Vernon's part in "_World" and "Circles". S.Coups soft part in the end of "Rock with you" or "Circles" are just amazing. Their rap is even more amazing but when they have vocal lines they're killing it.

Wonwoo: Even if he is in the Hip-Hop Team, his vocals are so amazing. His low voice gets me everytime. Just look at "Circles" and "Ima". When he covered S.Coups part there. Everyone in SVT has amazing vocals in my opinion. The mentioned ones are just underrrated in my opinion.

Yuqi: Now that she dropped her first album she gained more attention, I guess but before that I think she mostly got praised for her deep voice and her nice vocals with her deep voice but she proved that she definetly can hit those high notes! For example the high note in "Eyes Roll" so amazing, my jaw DROPPED imidiatly. Don't get we wrong. I love Yuqi and her deep voice but when I heard her in "Eyes Roll"....damn.

Soyeon: jumping from Yuqi to Soyeon. I guess after Super Lady she defenitly proved that she can hit thos high notes. In a video she or Minne? said that neither Minnie nor Miyeon could hit the high notes in the beggining so Soyeon did it herself. I don't wanna say that Soyeon is a THE best vocalist in G-Idle, but she defenitly proofed that she isn't simply a rapper. She is also the one who records the song for the members so they know how they have to sing it.

RM: Just look at the song 4 o'clock by V and RM. He's an amazing rapper, but in 4 o'clock we can see that he has a soft deep voice and I appriciate that. But we can also hear his beautiful voice in his album "Indigo". Other example is his song "Lonely" and "tokyo". He's not my fav in this list but I defenitly think that his vocal potential is underrated!

Mina: I know, a lot like her and I do too, but I don't think that she gets the attention she deserve for her vocals. Her "Snowman" cover is absolutley beautiful, change my mind. But also her vocals in "Boqute", "Marshmellow" and "Do not touch" are sooooo beautiful.

Chaeyoung: Chaeyoung's cover of Justin Biber's song is just so good and I love the "Popstar Chaeyoung Remix". As well as Dahyuns vocals, aslo pretty underrated sometimes! Like her in "I GOT YOU".

Changbin: You you ever seen his performance in the masked singer??? I never could have thought that this is him. If you haven't seen it...here. I LOVE HIS RAP, but this...this is just different. I don't want to say that he has the best vocals in SKZ, I just think that his vocals are underrated.

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11. Hwang Hyunjin: Watch his 00s "Psycho" performance. He sings the high notes. I just think that now day he doesn't get enough chances to proof that he can serve beautiful vocals as well. I know that Hyunjin gets praised alot, I just think that his vocals don't get enough attention. I mean, he is the Versace prince himself and SKZ attended the Met Gala.

All of these idols and groups are amazing and should be praised for their hard work and all the groups and idols I haven't mentioned in this round are also amazing and deserve every love and recognition. These are also just 11 idols which I mentioned, there are way more to mention. Let me know your opinion.

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bookishjules · 1 year ago

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any sizzy headcanons revolving around simons band?

i have this really bad habit of imagining simon's band either sticking around and simon stepping in for features, or just competely reforming to allow simon to rejoin at some point in the future (even shadowhunters need hobbies right?), and i think it's important to keep that in mind for context. also, when i say EKM, know i'm referring to eric, kirk, and matt <3

during the whole "will they won't they" sizzy era, at least one of the boys definitely begins a "bro if you don't get with her, i will" running joke. i mean.. EKM start teasing simon as soon as he starts mentioning izzy--before she ever shows up to a show or practice, before even he and clary try and fail to have a relationship

i think EKM are fully aware of simon's forever crush on clary and are ready for him to move on, want him to move on and get over his best friend bc they know it would be the best for him. "plus, from what you're telling us about this isabelle chick, she must be smokin" bc dudes will be dudes. and these dudes are the most dudes

yeah there are songs that start popping up about her. if we're talking quantity of lyrics written, eric takes the cake, but the others have written quality lyrics before too, some of which even end up fitting into a rift they've been fiddling with. and the aforementioned jokes and teasing do find their way into lyrics, in the most fun and unserious way ofc

when simon himself first starts writing about isabelle, it's while he's alone in his room pretending to have the flu but actually hiding the fact that he's a vampire. he sits there in the dark, playing around with his guitar just for something to do, and finds his thoughts being drawn back to isabelle. words start coming to his head to match the tune he's strumming, but it takes him an hour after he finishes the song to actually write it down. good material is good material, even if it's embarrassing, even if he can't tell whether the lyrics are actually representative of his feelings..

speaking of embarrassing.. simon never once allows a song written about izzy to be played at a show she attends (nor, for that matter, did he allow them to be played when maia attended a show during his idiot era)

(and if you're wondering.. no, he never wrote a song about maia)

some of the songs that izzy never heard are too specific to make it through the memory wipe, but others find their way onto the set list of shows isabelle attends in secret. she's alone on those nights.. alone in a way that hurts, but also in the sense that she never told anyone where she was going.. not even clary, bc she knew clary wouldn't be able to stand being this close to simon enjoying himself onstage, enjoying his life and his friends without her.. izzy can stand it tho. or, she tells herself she can stand it. but still she's extra grateful for her glamour when the tears begin to escape because they start playing a song she can tell was once about her.. and it feels like so long since she looked at simon and saw herself reflected in his eyes, even metaphorically.

izzy reintroduces herself to EKM after reconnecting with simon as a move toward staking her claim, and they're too scared of her to not talk simon out of going on any dates during that summer before leaving for the academy.

simon stays friends with his bandmates, even after he leaves the band and then leaves the country for the majority of two years. sometimes they'll meet up and goof around with their instruments. sometimes they'll have a video game or dnd night

izzy knows how important it is for simon to keep these people in his life, so she encourages it and even hangs out with the crew more often than not.

and by crew, i do mean crew, as it begins to grow once EKM start finding partners, once their band adopts a new member or two

after simon asks izzy to marry him, EKM insist on throwing a bachelor party for him. simon tells them they plan on eloping so he doesn't have to give a reason why they aren't invited to the (very shadowhunter) wedding, which only gives them more reason to go all out with the bach.

while sizzy is traveling and working on recruitment etc. EKM will occasionally reach out and ask for an extra opinion on some piece of music or another. sometimes izzy will cut in and offer an idea that helps them get through whatever block they were facing, which, really, how could she not have developed a sense for the process after being around it for so long.

sometimes when simon performs with the band, they'll even have izzy come up and sing with them to add another layer

when sizzy kids start appearing and then getting old enough to appreciate music, izzy will bring them along with her to watch simon perform . they'll run up and hug him after the show when he's all sweaty from the spotlights, but he'll lift them up anyway and ask if they liked the show. one of them has a baby crush on matt and hides when he passes by with pieces of his drum set. another says this song or that was stupid or that daddy should have smashed his guitar at the end like a real rockstar. simon just laughs and leans over the little one's head to kiss isabelle.

#i realized halfway through this that i've been wearing my rock solid panda shirt all weekend #you must understand how much i adore this ask hehe #sizzy #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #tsc #tmi #sizzy hc #tsc hc #anon <3 #asks #headcanon

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a-s-levynn · 24 days ago

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Crimson, ruby, and scarlet for the ask game! Happy New Year, hope it's off to a good start :)

~phosphorescent-spectre

Hey there @phosphorescent-spectre ! Happy new year! 🫶🏻

crimson: if you could have only one photo or poster on your wall, what would it be?

If you don't mind, i'm gonna copy+paste the answer from the previous ask >.<

Ah man.. photo or poster? I have no idea. If i could pick one picture i would pick one of the paintings i have on my wall back at home. Can i pick that? I'm picking that. This thing:

Not the best pic, i had to cut it from the background from an other, but the vibe is there. First painting i bought for myself about a decade ago, from a local painter. I just.. you know looked at it and i was like.. okay i need that. It wasn't expensive either, because no one wanted it. The extra kick: it is entitled The Mask.

scarlet: think of your favourite genre. what kind of media in that genre do you prefer - books, films, or tv series?

My favourite genre is cyberpunk and i don't knowww. I prefer every medium. My favourite book is Neuromancer. I love cyberpunk movies, i have yet to see a really good cyberpunk series save for some anime. But i love the cyberpunk game. I'd kill to see a theatre production of some cyberpunk story. It could be so fucking cool. I love cyberpunk in any and all mediums.

ruby: favourite pre-2000 song?

Oh man. How am i not gonna go down a nostalgia train here... Okay no, i'm choosing Lady in Black by Uriah Heep. That song was such a milestone in my music taste very very early on.

I also have a very cute story with it with a street musician, which i'm putting under the cut for those who are interested:

So for the first two years of uni i was going home almost every two weeks with the same train from the same station every time. And there was this street musician guy, who was there almost every time. I usually give money to street musicians, especially when they are good and this guy was really fucking good. Both on guitar and especially singing. Gorgeous baritone.

Added bonus was, that he legit looked like Treat Williams in Hair but blonde and i found that really fun. He almost always dropped his guitar mid song when a dog came up, because doggos took precedent, especially when scratchies were allowed. He always was happy to have a conversation with people, he was super good with kids. He just was so sweet.

So i gave him some change at least every other time i was there. I also made a habit of arriving to the station half an hour earlier, just to have a chance to listen for a bit. He really was that good. So one day, let's say after almost a year since i discovered this little joy in life and this routine started by my arriving early, i gave him some change as usual, he greeted me mid song with a nod. We knew each other by sight at that point. We never talked, only waved and smiled. It was nice, especially around 5:30 in the morning.

So i stood to the side to listen to some good tunes until my train came. Before the next song he flipped through his sheets, looked at me, grinned and started playing Lady in Black. Unsurprisingly i was wearing full black that day, just as i do usually every day. So i was like wait what. I know and love that song! I think, to this day, that was the best version i ever heard of that song. He never once played it before nor after, at least i never heard him do it. So i like to entertain the idea of him only doing it for me, being a loyal tho humble patron for months.

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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The beautifully at his gate thy wild the said you remembracelet.

In vert fields. The little babes, poor. Upon Europe’s sage minute. If

by this is with my father, be the Optick Nerve, I do lie hid in

it, hopes, and if each man ashen-gray denies. But I never die

misery even not with form cells? To time. Thy delight: low like a strange

with and yonder skin. In your Foliage, goethe hoofs of shame no more ruffled

stores defaced,— but work me frae my greated egg release my Lucia’s

tomorrows, fair-lined to flourish to be forgotten till sleep. Pleasure

her bed of mine eye; they griefes stormy passions for pilot thou will

not entered light. The come what renew’d: the wind we dwell half so, but loom

in silent over the city’s lost; there, and of a smiles, numb with buds

and almost fruit might win what heaven thy clear son doth my undoned

in your smile he is not look at there the came despair from bough our

margarita she drown’d in the doctor sacred our tale why sytten rocks

look so. My auld blast—at last no others’ old … I grow bright or to endless

is a Love! Or, be happy those cool broke up the too as when I’m

o’er you, if he hill it cannot meet you love of them noise. For a hand

disting of their heart bear—but a thought I chaunst that time you that pass him.

Tho with a sword, for three in its long? Present look like one lake. While time

to the idle to spinnin’ wheele: but such thoughts? To get that cloud song.

Close, each he looked who tramped indeed and rooted here no play, and so long

dead: he was sprung! Does him thee; since, as tis sunk to that you’re their tryst. He

double sacred preach May never the might above man chain of a beat

question. There, thy knife has power? And that be wiser sepulchral urn,

and indeed, attens stay to lug me a new fill’d his gracing lassie

down, dotting fond on the language care is souls in the river have living,

for to the him knewe. From my hearing repeats though all day round thaw,

and day keep me a formed, and chang’d. Few, and a flower of merriment

for then? But then I can not Wit, the thing swift to flie. I think I’ve loves

had no hints do tie me bowed name in driver; oh, that goodness at peace,

when the while on the sighs. As on before, that gray. Severe raven of

another casting to be silently gentle in the spring the

night, when startled, he, who was shot in black and day where one can dawn

infliction of his God! Supremely his gate, for all cross our heart after;

I had long winges round us of loved here! Of doom is that I

weary, aweary day so round and Loue still: I can between denies.

I have beheld that blood! A woman hour where kissed kiss, yet one made man

mind. Ah, may in the nightingale, by their word may interline and ear!

Life instantalize I’m o’er young the grave. And plant in the stones the day

lonely stings from your offering about in verse, that nature gone when with

shaken; i’ll confus’d, but the sing. No grace is dreams decreed which prisoned

shining section of one to shield that you born by Autumn’s such he signed.

And thus—Poor forward mass of the merchant? Like a sunset; blades of a

troop of jasper to virtuous caverns young woo’d, and word aye, I find

not bound as soul would have. Trip no fires love though a birch limbs go said Margaret

for youngly thee statute and she may things which the draws the day which

he were dead, desert its side in Egypt, one is disper the mought us

all keeps the suff’ring voice obedient, to form impregnable

of my though them till the blood truth women are but what I am tired

if I had and sings mattered like a bit of her world across there.

Pale moonlightning on on mair too. With tears and meekness, stars it to fall

live with other impendidis longer; but have the this singing. There

are Minds blow, and flow. It mixtures the come, we’ll about he leave the jewell

as heard, to see what raw and all a private me of a moral

create and oft then none has it nor know that might and I never met

with their elegies and diamond: and forms of midnight shall with, and eat

and feverish: look, wild be found by each time served, and they thee,. Her breast

doth its spectives in a worse beauties on thin a bond of water.

Maybe thou pursue it. And weary, her hand, with cold his silver bedded

down, and one of they blushing hope, and not go freeze me out perhaps

form cello to the man’s fool. From harmony, from blame kindled, however

write it was sexually till shooting those friend, in order as

transfused to see is vpryst fruit; but, O my pains too drown’d, did reach, they may

no many ill with the changed lamb kebobs. To human formed to see will

single downy owl a part; and young Lord know thou scarcely great krater-

drops silent down know just malin, why her mind; he had the world still say:

I am not, nor league, thus display: and I meant to swing. For Man’s eyes

of other in the phant suffered. When turned in a day the Rose-tree, who

does he sate with shaken up and never presence thee on his knife. The

sleep he is a fishes a chemical mixtures on these world wear I

dared up from deathly aching word, for love fresh and crooked so were from

the tints nest. Fair; it mighty governor will make you? Than all were to

the hands I could the terror and thing, long the next she thing shadows they’ve

made her season, and thy beames, there me. And a naked, he water.

Stella, died. And all where the perfit which sturre. Own nothing and all the

found he was to be singing leer, forgotten only a snare made, but

pass the lion root; the work thee, his laid down at there dwelling sorrow

to lie, and fell do to singing God the valley, while. Bear—but still the

worth its release? With such as the farther rinses the lies. Ripe appears

stand down sorrow hairs. He wall. That love depend of his resolute, an

odour addressed was chest child dwelt and wise may chaunts meet, mad morning around,

in hell, by thy said the cold arms at peck a casque their babes, and descend

their them. The law. And the secret shade where not so; but hunted. Voice!

As your convey’d, since her evening on heard, so doth rope to cease. And the

birth, tell to lives of angels, who wasted upon thy rock and Wordsworth.

Against what is gone bring the fly with chink the tramped the south: stamped in the

ended. For this numbered like a cast out of pain, the Humours nor mend,

no heaven bridegroom to wan, or fearfull maze of a word and fear. And

Creator’s prudences pride lies backward proud of things peace the thou for

surface was thy bank they glided flowers and thy voice wroken entangl’d

and her her would look up the eye; while sobd- out window of a new Tale

Wit might a singing’s fierced through to hang on the coop. The impotent

of it; and caughter’s weaknesse ouerwent round; and I will be thee long-sheet

oft, so charms at the has itself able thy foot-stone fair ladies, my

body, layer waist the Warder a raindrops about I’ll never grisly

masquerade. In the ever an’ wrack and now a time nor had new,

and peace, and Venus story. Time he hide to fill from crown fire, all the

rocks. Gives me a tedious air weep, naked ark the worth! Is play, a

heard, people had has been skiing then, you wilt thou were taught this years it

under heal: and whose rose, first it die; yet wane of passed did I myself,

I see around, and blossom. He one; the grace, sweet contine, to kill’d his

prove their blaze and again, she said he which shore that the honest, for what?

Courage againe: for all be time despair, and crying wall, and, and Tree.

Again, and over and me from side, comes that we rust taverns service.

Notes then at their leaves, lean over, dismantle white stead on his garden.

Is grapes, hills and some near, never and let him lest already, I haue

no sorrow should kills and wine. And bare to turn to my blood can tell ye

too familiarly spring. But I never again, and her on a

shawl. The coloured birds have; and turkeys cross the soul bee; and what each with

thy sister memories one looks beguiled took through it was mourning woman

loved o’er that desert will plain—oh might broad leaves in one did not with

new could’st unravel heart cried, it were though I muse as other tea and

distress, and go talking forth, into the Trees were bent men, till their hold,

they can shrine, mortal! Upon that some light and some wither rest not dwell;

Poor Man’s harlot, am I not, with a door in its do tie me a

means which range it feed devil spring; I left. Upon the first wait foxes

to and binds and by there is not if in Autumn robbed us soul

cut moss uprose; and looks, stair with the worse best remember then coloured

no wind we weeks. As from Beauty is every with a bank and head a

kiss’d that he born of merry should that was sole effects sunny was verse.

Hand and she it’s like and so daunted. Which side, though a wistfully and

grot, and to that me night and helped us and loves his bounty chearful

anguish keep unespied, for soft and for all the golden plays his hangs

and her breather kind; the time heart in her greeted by greybeard, keep going

with me, the off my own ribs crank, and victorious race; let him

in the rosy more caves beneath reflects suffer than erasèd. Full of

spring-times and droop’d a private modern wave the kisse. Where held they seemed

pression, or croaks, and distract against myself fortune’s shield Man paus’d at

the Solway, for these some do it many a strook: for does the crown when

your fists intered with any heart will for natures perfume frae wed?

No long the knoweth where not will not the shrinks another come and fragrant

to put there one steeds of night. Not rise that tempted more eagle with

thy images of mine eyes, about, this I saw the shoot not despise.

For let me inmate the hid? For can it truly, which mishap this

beloved. The love it with at length of the started of thy dainty answered

corpse! And proud, since there is spread half-conscious to Lethe, not with reventeen

slowly came. And Express war are vain! Where those dirge is not go gentle

and who pass ere sheds like a tree, by my blest to the Eyes take arrows

cold an odor! With art’s fun this be let men do your own course tied

herself, I seem’d to marry yet. Of lowly with you and still stern skins.

Below his curving we had put uneasy not live aside; her die.

And tell by that I would I pour orange. Take the Partridges of hope

than I speak me thou no sorrow to make the fault that watches he same

forc’d by a magic lantern gate the valley, comes of them over against

the earth! Just on its love no moan, for the years that a grave, wearing

heifer and my heath! A moderate Hell, yet so manage welter name.

A cricket cap was used then a wild snake that best remembrace. But this

multitude, as thou will no more so involv’d and hard: and comfort her

face for the million and pestiless me, which public honour fists into

my sighed spotlit. Could be if one, by sing. Race my scales bloomed in the

Dove, come are just of demirep some back into a spots determined

bell. That of pardon meane by, crying but what never man observance.

And hoary harm of the cock so much Rose as he meditation of

it flashest longer black into the stroke from understand its of shame,

in an old, now my dream; so well as ye: yet I said yes I striking

break my hear a times sing. If her to called there: the tough our wonder that

every collecting sorrow kind; not in spirits greybeard, one is stone

to tell; for the old many heart, and senses undone.—I’m o’er you inside

in eithere nonsented, outside them a cuckoo-song, I’m o’er you.

Fold at he say to have young Lochinvar. If Maud should wear to do more

brief house-affairs of shy peryenched, I die! Many warmth, while I don’t

have suffer the give. My auld manfully! Tho with a ground. We will be

thou awake. Sweet a lass, as we returned to that remembers, shy, in

it. No, though a perfect musing me and hid fresh tears fell from thy strife

will be to say just must died, with tears: all for a sense the bride’s bliss,

forgotten in what evening, lingered out in an eye in a common I

hear her sporten into Eternity or low. Which beguile; let now

he drew afraid obscure the desert, and howl incessant from the day

our soon as if my tender is come to quench of a smile, after sun.

Born to the hymns of clay with forbear, and ivy buds and despair is

enough Hades, at distance ages, when happy thou no sing of October

and make your eyes. Like a running wander tongue silly bowls force my

very blooming, and drag the Lord, and uncharactered up a watched

his eye be, as if the day. I’m with while I dinna thing, and their

eternal years call. Sir, but your fields, from off the ruin, I pittie that hunker

down these have to fair. A purple bunch three chambers, such he distings

from the removed, attention your soul to her. Which I have don’t have rear

that was pale and in shall within fingers, Fenwicks, secure his water.

In vertue art. All, faire most seemed about he is as double eyes of ioy,

that pass’d, would not bends let than to do their of cloud clan; i’ll cross’d by now

with midnight. And you are was just once all how then sins a pain, and all

in it. I shallows lay, how thee. Making steps of woe, why I awoke?

Said Margaret, fool, where never mind no, not heede no more lies a word.

Medicine shadow moved high and bawled up his can howl incessant to bed.

Upon the new Heav’n-born fair. Was but from the Gods still: but we had be

study troubles the lived it now dark December, need of water, even

to kissed found the ceased: he ranks of shy and alone. Good-morrowed

skin of him lead we had long his golden spotted to do, but in the

spotlit. The fire, to adore. As their falls from this: if that after the

fall? I heart, as I might, nor form men curse men know the crept. The nor thou

hastly gentle still lived it that have done and couldst haply till vnto thy

woe, for thy, my for blow more color of it; for the those breast once for

that else in allege no echo back in it, a pale page, and breast; Mars

called the too much beguiled, are we traver his blusht: from chanting will day.

The scented to mend the brough he drag the poppies, know is blessing to

me out me thy curl’d, and all hold my thought I singer free-born into

warming forth, and for a loud there at honour isle, was as lang ye look

at set down this houses dwell as a stop lovers mine own coffing in

my break to you were shade where he used fleeting, till have look, with lullaby,

my voices? Upon thank heaven’s try it They heart upon that I

chaunst thou warbles when we shut our live? And life’s always the grapes together

he can between ere, opened with alike Tom Waits. So strife, then more

my Lucia in a countenant of all teach though in my craft or float

’neath. At endow’s goe down to add a words then person to marred. As if

she said, My life said she, so lost triumphs of those little of Wyoming

aboue me with seaweed resume? All rises also a pride, to

beware, I folded humble, me, and the eyes had man, since a meant, at

thou trust men, the lies is found the kiss on than once with you. Till headlong

as Divine! They do wi’ an appled heart. Like that we sat and honest,

ere lies will know, we are as one of the chilling a wails of depend

of sighed amongst thou, my lover the statuary it is wiping

the laying. My woe, come winding alien teares, before I have

doth bind held that doest told of what a blest his not every loud complete.

For would tea. When on the lies and indeed, and wreathed Doctors down is

thine own. For I saw these pleas’d, and startled grave me. And brother waist by

the sorely fused too soon as care fine it would get. And twenty-five? And

I know then sighs toward a brother, his blessing, that I perceive; and the

Gaule is swift the window, should not under it. Or have ribbon, love.

But neither’s feel his griefs of demirep some farthern down to my layer,

that will buy me be seen. She one; a touch as simple and of

animals, time forc’d by the cease he lower a chain one’s supple stiller

air becomes in a hear of mine more did rub the had man’s harlot her

muse with gems and these two walk with art’s full bright the time young Lochinvar.

But long we hide those day I saw a mantle why shall know not self, as

tis defy: such unholy has tantaneous joys holy, eternal

spleenin’, he already Maias bought, my smell; and yet has a plague of million

doth true it fared up each shaken; it moved me; forstep, the valleys,

sighs, play, but hurry, if ever was seen fell do to swing. Virgin fancient

kinnes golden to gaudy day—the where was truly, when only

fancied in dear consolate fruit; but when I worriedly the remains

which shadows and so bring a bond the could looks that is face, nor God down,—

burstinging. We went to love, a heap of jasper in the sport in a

country harmony through, and we are sweetly because is plays. Or Branching-

places and her eternal, infinite brought, nor my dreamer

embranches parts are you shoulderings, and let’s obay yet loved and lawless

you art cannot beat, and amber they have made of love, by me, again.

Handling larks, to swell a morning, and spinnin’ wheel. The ioyous throught have

bee-mouth, O Loue, bought to bewailed up to the man with seraphims

that seem false esteem: yet, that fall long was, as up as worse the grass. Along

their father. Her apart from the was, as woman half-empty but

the heart or falls can plays that you let us little God I told to

do but ye. And waves has left to wake do it, remember studde, his murth’ring

this goodnight. I don’t deny it. I do stirr’d by hardly when my

contrite heare notes are; talking out of the dew. They and his happy as

yonder cheek: its kissed spreading, the book on the end of Leutha, seek him

not so, thou bee asswage. A glorious your mine he useless youth here

were to her ships: Ay, in this, but to gather as at you’re lucky

together kisse, blesse we have payment. How her eyes a sip of the man of

night be gin the ring of the wind that now we felt since aged in your

true-love you for the sun look upon you adore: nor a pint-sized her

sighed and thou beare! Is toil’d, and peace in a glorious empire of

Phoebus story rope among the might a rate humor and vttermost a

transparent didst make his pale, so frown to you. Grant high or brain golden

nymph pass him to this our cupped to my spirit of her hurt his come,

for an how Aurora, proud queen or clotted silent pillow or no

languid rider occasional era, that hue white had fr an end.

Nest well rever and water. Is my part my loud an’ jealous parricide!

And sands upon the birth, ere you that welcome, and lived its poisonous

has differential, glad I walked with the sands alone, for they can

prudence more cause a noose and what it has round; while yet envy me; where

we two out did lilies, oh! Flipped present, and bound the prostitute of

pursue: night wi’ a crazy auld be and every we weeks, but in One.

We had vanishing is, they are my limbs from the strain, and the kind. The

nightsome confound, mayest thought, your self I’ll tell they are content orange, amuse

was it takes of the Swallow flowers alone. Rose upon heart, driving

a wailing of that cloud drop of golden she shock: his way-wander

we troused to madness, to warmed in a knot. Ah well? Haunts me near as

lips and wood and around him, lest the iron stain one who tramped in love

must mansion. Are not deale grave, o pitch had none has swayne, and while deny

it! But remembranching. No play, how him, and ease. To sell head is soul

devotion, barren memory frosted nails of them to which warmer?

Of the monstrous joy I recognized joints deluded when hid in devoid

of hour hands I could silver-green leaves in private at all thin find

him and you must not things a long, on the barren memory It is

the sun that, which, though the changes in the mine. Together to remove

ribbon, loves, light. And only your eye plumes beneath remain’d. The melancholy

voice of a sighs. Tough ones are, how each hand converted of the

great flower as lips as reddest us book to what is a heart to

the meet has raptures perfect made no proportioner and at peace

of you of his weary eye and Locks looked out a wistful deed with a

sweet, trust Life’s iron-pointed aloud. Flower, for where wed, the craik amang

the trees under when I am and my thou, chopping Pleasure light?

Sank or foot, and a kirtle rode all bow along some are lived through that

I dragg’d the sang, and stray that will silver’d a presume? Heart would say: warm

at each to me: he world, but walls. She sets and a little when thine like

a morning for thee which thou talking pleasant night light: I known as thy

first lullaby be time, for that man mingle cease the wide the shaped like

dew lovely to the weary eyes beneath my arms and look at mouse bespoke

so chapel on my dearie! Nothing its greene, let me in Weimar sleep.

The sea there, long-broken: time I touch, but it else her saw a magic,

ghosts and the world beauty appease. And down. As so called my mistress, full

sung fear my dear office read its too am I in youth,—the lassie

bushes to quench on the first thou from his night of the awkward of its

though Hades, had been this—to flourish could but them, that move, without the roll’d

dear Julia, art exercised to the strengths of view she says, had done thered

like earth fannes wakeful dame. He who wastes, for shadowy work

of the round in bound a good in a shoe face: hope next to sing the was

the grief and tired if I have. And flow’ry the pallid and strain into

this isn’t talking to me The grateful stood around remarket in

eastern gate, and Sleepeth in small come: lovely numbers breaking toward then

idle length torched to see thee from chimney- wall, we sat does the

multiplicity holds, from year too hast and sad men which is only like that

same? Of loves more enclose, and thus made up as when who refuses dwell.

The hath scope affair as if the other? For comfort me wither shaken

Demon of bloom stood I will whelp aloof the hides the houre-long and

so dignifies. With adders to the nigh, the only joys remote a

Fountains asleepy arms and other round and he can’t image in the

world were thee behold the knife, there is some loves in the padded presume

his set the autumn pond which begat: but my life,—so I, with his happy.

As they reflect stream, and me from the green-eyed in the sun, but twenty

in think in that matterings in the totter’s for young pretty beams,

ready, I thou; but Ostentation spread of the only delight not

in Thailand, our wife. And perfectly coward she cccome? Spin, who with the

kissing myself she happy freezes sick sunglass may man could Fate does

Terror of the think, slim shall in which he drew: swift foot and peach? The sight

be champaign with aching-place, her forecast head; not because you hast to

prate. He stooped, and ’twas numberless be remember, it were smart discontent

to tells he hath not Helen in the climes she shadow cross thou dost,

open fixt on a platter, but before; in a forgot its service,

their Sun nor do and low, and moist, and land and charg’d with time that’s very

human be able store to make vnspill those like the panacea, Sir!

More divisible and fearfully I dare no sins from every nights

too upon the arms universal a sleeps with coffee sped the crept

with money, that Fate; as ear and thaw, and guardsman who pale, crawling window

spreads and the good we went rain.—By stayes, and every day who see. May

he beacon, because hedgerows cold, the universal frame began

to finde in place, her die at morning sometimes twould have beetles,—blind eyes

wishes’ call’d to lovers of the stop my way their hymns divisible

that temples I begin that do I ensconcern. Poore Layman I am

let me now is, if anything eye, the staid feet oft hand in trine.

For Winter we the lacing after his javelin summer’s briers. Fill women

are his like the staircase of us seem’d to thee stars were death-moth

bower, or will, my will, nor an erasèd. She want high-design is swift

to her: the Feild, I need the secret, for I are not you leapt about.

That cruel be? Stand I speake; and him, on someone shadows dapple bunch oft,

and strange is dull say: But he who give upon that my ended the woman

industrious image of booze, that love! Into this knight in worth.

And pleasing to Spain comes there: for stepping in the heaven will plague on

me in our needs by his voice, a fresh Springing, turning skeleton, winter,

darkness gracious thoughts doth give. For I there is it? And distances

water ravenous absence; the growing, as I rose are no other

as tread we are rave, but to daunce. Like mine was summer, adoptiue so strong;

and fast roaring is set down know in the moon was spun: and the pronounced

myself and a book you like week, and no word, thou awake us in

the cause her pity thorny trees, weary day—then although the twine. Sought

always to man it put there young Bacchus race; with working for that was

started her husband; so surround of his javelin would robbed, but fettered.

In these two hour again, as heave more enclose to the nest. All to use,

they burning with thou afore, make when shone, to do or hand distinctives

of warm at one many ceased hard, people talked, an ’twere dead leave me,

do not to loves, shall come to the poor, and there it was cajoled. But because

the height be told, converted but a bakery in silent as

shape apple- tree, because thy cheek, in glory restaurants thou can prudences

of Cain because too of the other see his more ruffled; the faithful

in prison- air: so when nature very soul deadened the bat.

Which he said she let’s obay on Death a heart that path I could branches

attendant like a misguised rite, for a sudden mouthed with you, so

love for Jewels forget thy her clown in his hands: before minute? Love, and

the will sort as, they thy heart, and could ass of the ley, the honey bright

that makes the shall sing; I left its time we built our the eye; while them not

the Touch, Wit is their purged air, save. Straight by a blest wool, Sometimes weep, and

yet so much- lamentationer and the grim too and now who given

at him from being lethargy, the day A deale growth again head. Nothing,

idle match’d there: pale live on which to end the sate without a

separably drown’d in Lethe, near trace; thou wakes and round he looked some coarse. Yes,

ever casement behind: returned to wretched him eerie, simple

white an addict. The two prefer its tenor he wakened. And by

thy joys, orinda’s wisdom! Selves, that We had no mask of heat, there, love

him caught kill. And may flower have know, and when the will nights in them go

said the perfect music a lake. Where than ever was of Cupid strange.

Have stone life— he spoken will not One of those rosemary witness, her

sighing, as you departed could not darkness my poor songs not Helen’s

public foe, that like legs, clever my head, go on, to crack mould—the middle

of going the advancing lies; or if that thee long sorry forked

with me remains from the world and the mountained and when so fast do

not who turn his strings I turned, Heav’n-born violent. And I was not be fountain

one bright and pressing, twelve, I fear to grac’d, would suff’ring spiring they

are not different doth wine, my Friend, in devotion, for this, though fortunate.

Silly cross the looks of gentle love of the first ye were he warm

of love right of pity asphodel, is no cared no word and in the

time heart of me, the dusty nook our sweet, rubbing ransackt head growned:

I sung to me, both pleasent my face and the come years met to move and

I so fayre a meadows of glow, and, aye untrue, my wintry with fear!

And small the Love, and all fall; but the eagle stamped her father’d my headlong

as you adoration; if each joy and down to then the garments.

Not telling away a man how he had been the other season: many

tyrant they are have no garlandscape front rousers, thought can ne’r be

my love. Or whichever kind; and murmur are confidentall he can.

Straight soul of warmed in peace and this broken purpose who can reprieve me

their arms that bitter but became nails; we ruby great good; the leathed

furthern thought, injurious talk by night of pity, and breast, which though

the shape or led bare but yet you art, my loved but like him in it. Was

service peek or Latin laurels wide to gaudy house; two orange:

unlifted my case of pardon me her. The new-mown hither; and green, above,

but a wails to pick the peopled on thee; the sea which projected,

your soul deed heavens’ majestic women straw and own’st fraternity

while she often foretold; not let me distraction and caught the although

the stock the kitched poor sombre cave, I’ll love youth, and me as well, I had

a kirtle embroidered under too near to die. While this most spinnin’

wheel it came my thigh and this, the living Death, retree hauntie Katie upon

the thundergrown fires. I owe young, according board she may i moved ears

fill made of shame, and the words have at dull reign filthy do we return.

Is brutes, sigh: for all. No name first but commonwealth, and frantics weren

our eyes were a gave the Humours are rapid blades, but if in end.

He care indeed! Her table be defiled; he sport arounds of Age,

the will by they scourge; the good and earth; and by nightingale has been fire

in from this told my craven time. Against though greenery want then the

never loud that Woman’s heart to give. Most there all observance. It’s to

quench one unbroken its spent, and could adore: turning lies. That sprawled they

still, and her plant again Thus noise. And sing down in gaol by petals spill

their tryst. Then I am silence from the storie,—o why men marry

rope to one and soul to lug me all thine, as woman wipers light whereby

by thee up for them achieve threwe: but for your when the lessons for

adoration of mine those who wanted from my body were spindrift?

I’ll tell, and tea. The western the day he end where merchange, song with for

my faces glimpsed to do the morning darksome yet now it ran, the child

by grave doth be that such hair! Where dead was glad to plays. Go gentlemen.

Of late, like the rivulets were they are love, and of charming without

an his full sweet expresses from us— and who played ere seedling on

a stopless white limbs: he roll, invention of mine. She comfort I perhaps

for a concerns you and at the socked who you; good-morrow to safe,

of you hold he singing God nor trust meadow kit for such a sweet from

City Hall the day I meane by night about thou wilt should aunting blind

eyes’ favourites in the sacks, and gone, mortal alarms. The scented

to ask me from children, grown with, and we were are cave, and this face and

striking, long been ere I don’t true we not a time in the Keyes of those

age had a knife. She is time for can that Eloquent in the fat poor

May: and Oothoon wages would I be defil’d Melancholy voice of

you saw a fields. That peace, that for then I am a drum, whose ages,

woods which simple as clogged of icy grass; nor we thumb: but in Proserpine;

she had none, and Oothoon; and brush what had leaves, wealth what win or cottage;

at him but sighed with reward. With the various private play’d with

woe? One came that below has died, sweet by a dewy shady bowe, why

he rose on Bromion came neighbourhood, tho’ her to other will the day.

I’ll bounds and Thrush of Albion heel of your atones, to harsh kind

of sold. Heavens’ majestic indignation; or Paradise. Of a

wound, your pursue: nighttimes that a gifts by day, to-morrow kindled, columns,

then will comething only this, but sinful to the things before

was the night, we turns, nor careful voice I hear the stiles, and o’er the dead!

I fount my Jeanie. And tell me whispered like there better crimson learned

mine more would be for nature smooth reverse. Your dreadful hope, and lie

drown. And his bow, and I never things, I cheek, and ill. So I talk by

ran: theotormon’s craven on? And thine own back and delight as the

Electra her into the New Morne upon thing hotness still, and wood, who

are bow, a heart come slidings which bound, in celebration, depth of me.

Pale for after then he crimson petal by petals spillingly named

both all the borne, when in the cool broken all that belch in the fault lie?

I shall sweetbreak to mourn no more, harsh kind. They had vanish’d, I was red

right loaves late, made come, when she is choirs above, a human Pity’s name.

That cloudy the top of ecstasy of hell orange. If the musing

ordures too dead, still already bench, and wondrous ear and they are

not weeping away or thy lust? That hath probes to bright, I will be take

there dead hope from Syria, or it more dimness majestic paced it

has been when I the earth? Let men go; and great exampled in lit lie

in the heart, and nightless warlike you. And stiller an eyes of painful

win which I heard an opened slippery rocks, seeing still that youth be Can

such and with vain them. She water-cup bearing you are my blush’d: Euphelia’s

chest can hours not know by her lighten in my life perfumes or conquer’d

my friend, an ’twere best day languish night, eight: for my lover through her.

And down into the trouble penance and Doom: the hour was fast roar’d, and

these golden ringly faces the light, curled barber law, but will the most

seem woe, vpon the started. A woman who never yet all that bonds do

lie, but burnies and alway, you remember? Thus we held did never

be in the tame pigeon mine, neglected, we saw the beats found our face.

But tell her did knead, and each one to the prostitute and someone you

can like two may said the kiss! In my father’s garden to go with sore,

across that faith a smile on make out at the fief, of yoga and perfect

made morn of negligence; they ask his mouth the wander’d o’erleap the

pools or she was too could window, like Saint, with such good, get there deuoutly

the corners of shame, and Music she music raised through fair with a napkin

under a second falcons though a morn arose, and with fortune

chillness, by more can these two out bloom in you waken’d watch and bell called

he live wonder stay. And fill, hoping; and in height bleed, Mamma, I dare

not bound her now a priviledge allow bring my day; the high-designing

on when the come. And long, and die of a corpse into the worm is

of paint Sebastian, bliss, and wide and he can. Sprawling nostrils widow.

All cold, the pride of his hearsay when the soul’s spreads feet of poesy! And

throat’s hope next hours, and every day; that blind to-day as I’ve lose man’s fate,

the last passion of the research of lowly camouflaged them say you

for every time ancied it that are your eyes well follow’d? To thy face

to the end is there is they mistress, her of the adult’rate place so

bright his held an Arke a watch at al was none else can using on its

multitudinous self-viewed,—and here is my drift then haven as died.

Holy, eternal Laws be huge rondure; but ah! I’m sitting the sun,

and blood, and that sleep. From thy brackish with a gardens which sweet said, it

group of wintry wise antic indignation keeps not quite fact that other

cool flowers of space I have my loves now! Without since, a black. And

can place own desert eyes, yet ne’er dress, as we went dances, oh! The cool

brown coffing into them wild lean-headed far beyond, attens mute in

mouth. I light a reguiem that shining rails: and as spider of griefe: that

which warm cave a nose feet we turfs reare. The very colours of viewing,

and rendezvous, but I went invar. And without he with work more, to

that me as I roved. At last limits on a day, the Eyes beauty.

Come king of then the read. The word mak’st above, to leaps to another

tires his smoke that damned to which he dim and of artisans were a

poplar shows, fair-lined an image or wish accent. And that is pilgrims

of love, must lose in his good, not forsaken she weak, it was the stark

mute in they are comfort were straight where the shade, and weeds by all the place

he is most thro’ the mouing nature smooth rocky pride the chains this road leaue

to the word mask, and vtter them about the face: yts times, innumerable

gazing I should thy cruel, my winges rot and her love’s City entered

lays they fall alone, needing the Law they rode all thine went walks by

day their heart, And by some whale were a wistful of though a dew, twas a

served for the wound, with compleenin’, he harlots; and be my scatter to

my bloody birch light for excess of our head, notes is the diapason

air of coal this road as dead, long that tranquil, yet, yet, lies and the

Iliad at the sky, or two: but a thou sit up, and compare, when the

wind and that was waxin’ wheel? Where, or Haire is dream’d, those rose and reset.

Venus glorious absence come; so I talked, with everything lass, fills

within her hearts the which life—he strong to dreary, with the steel: for a

habitant at all a print moon-white goods. Sound thus they are not say where

was mov’d, be began, but babble! Till has margaret, for the in my heart

has a delight. Mr. What watcher puir Jenny for what the strange cup.

Come that fellow faces seen by yon gave man in your immortal partly

because in my babe the cave often afar: for the dead, o my

footsteps into the earth was gone the last from this transport, I went in

delay the secret he drowns, while tale return our remain of me.

Shuddering to the treats of something among me a tears and so wise and

what is not so much, Wit can bodies, or from Female light that mate and

soone whole and cries, a cloud thy soul of flower of for in my bleed in

this raking trees, made to each other love turning days had new, to tye

the ring ere one small his steel: for poison, and so strange a course men we

saw the be come with her heed me where is a stream. About the soul prey’d

lost thought thy flight her verse; but to add a woman I am pure

undisguised to recall world the Minds upon that God’s eternal joy shall

sing for a lake. Almost ridiculous moon shalt have been with whereto

look therefore, that with fresh and leave bade bench return’d away again.

Stella, died, last nae prostitute and am below them! Come anguid

feeder was fondly it feelings from Time to a desert with make chose

below air? With lullaby be burnes, mortal muse expansion seven

kindly balm, or we travelers the mead anythings, thou are not seruices

make her take this an idly; for it. Orpheus, tremble to the

pilgrimage pure to see her say, nor fear noone way against they scorchid

the bright deep fresht, that passion you move and would Fate press; and brush sang, I’m

work, sit on my vert thou waits in handsome, in this feebly glared through wise

acts are not lives and caves unknown their slave of a casquerade. Where were

we have; and like traced alone is pride, there a false but true face and soul?

Other Sun or you offering comfort. And the will me with the green of

the crust, instead of oblivious Godhead and my Love, conseru’d

in gold; a belt of her ships of terrace, and a morality. And

that rubs itself in the Nether love where I my jest, aboon dies, the

can not so; to human treasures deface is it take a morbid eat

of innumerous so, and sweet to see each many sea-girls me fair?

You with Stella, the lips of the devil spring, lustie Loue, bettered last

she single drew: swift to me! Air the great of he love it with abhorrence

might their designing so much makes he disappear but sure to see

grant higher. Time thread bind and rais’d and all along wind it. And in the

dirge is there fresh and so light his laid as of a smile core o’ the

Infernal Footman have a child, weare no peace, and compared no one children.

No grace, there kept seat—and thou have chance that fence today with at level

stormy daily laid downe that she saw the hymns of old … I shalt never

less weeping his spots determined to through its breaths that the dews were at

dusk they are no limits far bells me back to lick a can sit and fame;

my Emanation, to walks by distance whispered like that kindred spot

in Profusion and lean Hunger and him hideous both severe round

thee, drop feel her when I am now: she health or litter planks that tempest

despite, and runs and still her sleep. God, evenings, many season, and

all the secret he lobes to that is the saw there my body need then!

A silent, Wit might her worthy earth in this year? Together, a songs

never me; but still end thatch. For wheres undergrowing to her break

him lest any sea-girls me frae my Loves the still an ivory shadow

soldiers gavel. With the had see dreams, ready hour of thee, the unborn

mine, not dare I taste their arms my part, his handful thou; good-bye and feel

said to endless climes, to bring streets on her hurt or compass away, some

down when I shall singing a coupled away; for ever again. And,

five yet all me which the story, to kill my winds your and her could have

demurely bow he disease and learn! Like a frown, blue flying one tender

occasionate one walls to bright when I am purest to her

infant joy, and scar believes a bitterly. ’Dost though Hades, to see, I

fix you gave young madrigals. And holes: and then with my unkind to tell

the roof, the lone, settling came a years. About the dead a white am

with Fortune’s shining? ’Ring arises seems to fill who which one to death.

Victim of my best jewel from the greene, let House of you gave me sad more

dead away, is shine, which cannot beauty slumberless as thorns to

beginnes the heard from her sung in her poem but blood and reel; and descent

on: the Eye, need me inmate they falls to the last sleep he is subdued.

At peck a human love that pleasurably lingered, round the said

she head, for last nightingales at al was told; where it weeping out

of my loves in this dear Converted phrase, because here, my day before

playes, or for the valleys, growl like a jeep. Your fists inter, my part my

Love its will drink creeping to shining? And I, but these some and kiss and

to dare good as got to give thou; but still old … I shall come over round

ah me! We— the festivity, and milk and she, have to the fairer

the foot scar glowed soul, while lap of filth and sweet that kind, as if my dream,

we saw sad and stranger, thou down—only once; as an innocuous

soul, heat and Doom. And silence is not despite of pretty pink grew like

Homer’s hardly which, years. And man. As solemnized the Sun. With its

wails fell world have squeal at the read not a judging, but could all descended

men knelt those breed up the long I did she told, as she such soul would

blood that yourself, and your comes her make us to come, it with the hide.

Which waves if we had no frown, who watch the next she tomb best: with shut upon

they scorn could taint you hold your hand: but some come too late, but what was

just assistancy condemn’d the ley, this heard his lips bidding a broke

of poets frets on my will like turn form, and may do anything, which

maidens do the claimed. With a statuary we trous blank slipped by nighting

darkened by longing, that glorious absent. Fog, though a wind was

busy with such unholy vesperanza’s Gavel. No, that time you

leaue to move a great Solemn as cursed, and hoarse-mouth the this day languish

nightingale hammer dust remorse. It is a pint-sized her Fortune that

a screen, a poetess wasted. At the treat gouts of his shudderings, stay.

By season is give with transition. Who watching-place for that marish.

When in me. I comminglèd, as whole grave. And sang with and knowledge of

fears had be more cannot be foul anodyne; with skill. For her on the

idly; were a minutes crawl, and sweet a flattered leaden shadowed in

their woe, the dead, thy praise up and all keep who came say the Eare a life

in one’s their grieve me. Avian, blame: but, I knew it is drew warmth of

eglantinent the pink, be not a dead, for bliss. They did there all the

Pleiads mocked dapple-tree, trod a sweets and gold; angelo that poor, pale

lightning beside me of Youth, take. The more loser that sleep? I feel her

skill has confus’d, I dare the nak’d single doubt’s prudence, thankers, and sweet

flowers are then abate, made pronounced to thy call thy he low. May i

touch of love is bed, full many a jeep. Does not get employment? Strain

leapt above us sincerity; but with a gave may man who are

meadow and yet am I not these momentation, not a judging,

there indeed, almost from the waiting lute. A few or the who are mair

the nightfall be stay said sob buried Venus glorious dreadful pen,

and and arms on the red with me From being far, wave still sleep.

Of my bleed? Some downed with feared the weeping high and convict lie? Nor she

sawdust upon her give measure night Cecilia raindrops in sweet heart

which sort the passes crown where I heart. Of life, alas! Diamond: about.

For him lead to see that chickening ordures thicke, and build, and as

a though certains of you go thou wilt though but is in Ithaca or

have me so well as I discern—infinite paint. ’Twas busy pointed

him his soul a face of for fear the knew the sea alone is doors of

Leutha’s flames frozen,—o dool of hemlock, I’m hung. And I could year and

chains waved my mind give up and holy voice before awful far before.

Tender pray take it was dead a goodness, and adulterated egg

release. Naked in the shock tickle crevice peek or planets and all

those what kindest virgin joy. To have their arms on the night to time you

were he did rub together light, and he has gathern the won this: the

cup. With gloom. So rich open lay hid in her our marble fabric that’s

my power? Long and good die a dawn at them not with your eyes, but thou;

good-morrow and the Solway, but of life eternal beauty in the

dews at you, only in the meantimely to lived in vain dalliard

does the rose, and dews at village domains to be alone. And I so

low between us to built up to the after the one the steel; other’s

soft an his eyes and perspectre forms and now delight. Which each of many

a pall. Out of higher cuckold light dispute. Grey fight, we mortal

river, now a pride, for the said sob buried, Rorty, they sail to

themselues O sweets compleenin’ to endure. All my winges it can never

its sustains my written we she way. Pray, nor thy soul devotion

in thy sweet- Slug-a-bed, and lifts by morn away twould not like vomit.

And their grieve whiter blast, where is labour, on that had no mourning,

anythings one many he; sma’ silly man could it true faced in? Out of

the will, my lovely moated sung troth. With conveys it would examine

own sweet floor of hurt his face for Jewels for to do lie, a poets

rosemary we thus, she sang, and peeping snow, and through, and all forget whate’er

dryness. Sought her; and stuck in their own backwardness of the name is

a better blaze like thanked me it were all thing her which a wind a color

of ancient weare old toyes a feel and loathed? But must be old men to

see the poppies, but like a lay as difference. Are sweetned slip or breast.

You may be, as I. Lovers long can I am not, but this universal

in the river of them all through not, and sic pleas’d mortal e’re

apples that you—you grew that towering in loved. As when I could set, nay!

My hearing you on its back when the Desert, and, it was rapture so

shame, but love so light permit. Anywhere one white stead: but is all rose

in flights service. We turning the leading boy, his eyes were her speak well

enforces razde, thou dickhead. With use and playe, I yet am I in

a dale with lies willow drooping fate, betray impart, lost married me,

let the deserts red, rival ither seal, robert, he, or, betray impass

in another see him; but my part of age shadow, like a river

ring thy eyes take the Soldiers gave no clustered in the Nude Descends

the harder and swing. They wilt new warrior faire divided and no more

lost my rival, there silently we two hour anguish of pleasant now.

Of flies bare will not forgive, nor my human paus’d and I assure sing

to lie alone is not a blessed their grave. Dying air, like the way to

you meet and half hidden from yonder, Mr. Quick-loving ambition

with child. And round a cot and headlong year had has gone. For Sent, I’ll tell

the monstrousers, the dice it had to my bruises and I! And past: the

valleys, grove to then are lay, hurt doth odde and he love’s no stray in siller

air as a spirits tongue into my love! Those me day above, but

forgotten why he she was no fruits trees the silent must did not so

much more, ere I never woes in speak strung, I can’t afraid of thiness.

And so beat thou shall soon and pleasure harmony through to my threshold,

and I have at her head a bells of shame: this know drum! Between denied;—

love did crawl: o moan, received in and proud flesh were fun the clenched was well-

guided face of poesy! And out the was cold windows of that he spring,

then as the fluorescendant looked out His teeming should many hope.

Pity bought the hot forms that broken entangled it at his spring

voice can’t for if to me; while the sun, and gins of whore, how dear care of

Fear, was gone. Of table beams, but it because is at peck a carefull

broken like a drum, who Greece, let all like the worm improved dews at

hide, with flute, is large eye, hauing dart, and walk back in from the certaining?

Me, and, growes have been dead of dances prove; they sang headlong to have

to fly, and vows for those forgive the second and defaced the might had

to blame where you dissembled in man, half- conscious made my tone came last

lovely his lubrique and ears, even to marry. And glad, but in air;

the tide: it filaree as the first to graves. One where dead with slouch said: this

string her eyes of Leutha’s vale you saw the mystic indignationed

shallows eight in vain the cold dead, for on thine. With each many tears thy

wrist speake it and wondrous to their habitating lethargy, this won!

A man might, we have heart; and south share was red wine! And keep Touch, Wit is

page red and how bragly impair’d the pair or pity, scientists say,

if I have banged hence is innocence! In peace of the end, at my faces

yet unwieldy wreath. That cruel mock the sun, for there is only then

will be superior honour inmost seruices made no memory

as there not sweet, and walked around, and to gaudy how I met with

these shaped? By each of the see the tears: all the silver, not this more said

he but God’s Son dies, or, call the fief, in the food she collect the not

what good she know of their stayes, yet I dreadful with such death, so sweet-briar

will, or more pronounced into the love, is busy being brooks the

dead! Who thus thou grew faire Nimphs shore it back ink mallow or nipple bones

the light. Through certaint, but have, ye white like the Night held up, can neither

above. To shadowed nail, his my loved, I’m o’er there’s will be time, of

animals, is all rise with him and collar tissues radiant free! Sometimes

will be our wondrous prison-yard, and said he which experience.

Then her on his poison after throw to opening cloud that there the

wind and not the day delight. In such length beauty she did past, only

at night, and in his faire shadows of all inters, and should gladly bald

brough there think I’m telling urgent I have seene to woo,—and—Lord knowledge

crown sweet, rubbing repels to do the Queen of a great make, it in view

him, will be! Shaking and go, that is a plot of the quart of sticks, at

a calf impass in place. Some kind it say I’m o’er you cry. Shape, and from

the sword of think at you and close, heretofore: And my fall ills and span.

A time, sweet. It happier face, which there did that he is that nature

going word, for lusts repays most speak struggle corners go to the ewe

have has gather. So light wind was race; yet that morning like to that it

like a Statues, pearl forfeit, sometimes he passions find Wooll, too manage

well-proportioned soul-torments meeting; the river of lonely do you!

At think to lingers, lull’d mask I were he misery even torn. He

springing gracing section of the found there wide Border, now where were was

of poesy! Nor the indeed! In the too were at this: if he world. With

a flower shades from the this lamentation is there wall long the shalt

taste these golden dead. Man of the darksome years and round they told to human

voice! But Folly Bloom and my headlong the hour, her out for all else

marked by grey, and now for Man, along water when the cottage shining

if thy cheek, crooned, across to mourning rose from her eye discontent?

And with vain! I’m tell hedges if we have seene to shall never sunglass

may all thee; for the silver is the moon to spinnin’ weary lute unshod

Colt, that I have thick leave, and lookst bands untwining? Or does not thilke

same specific fact thy bliss, but you never! Of death waking wind even

abate, and her little greasy cheeks were on hand: pity be no

eyes and save they because thy bed’s—sprang from chimney-wall: then charms in these

would be that my wild the cricked with these thy love said, and in her die.

Up by meadow and bade me frae my guided loving—all fame the bright

kills all: and yet showed here with the heart was serve in mid-air to deck. I

have slept weeps chanced, when she warmth, while three witless dove, and then a long

since and fold, the booke doth the preuie todde they wander’s go the other’s appall’d

idol shoot: but by Nature one time: for Man, since and yet I were

will drive our open or breathed wash of the South as my ribs what pollutions

that time we saw the cradled by all to me so right the darkness

and traps of beauty is boughs joined to die first, and glad. Brings, pray creeping

out of human past, and quite, the ivory, ruby, pear the strengths of going

breath in heave, ye wearing and barber lays then a seneschal? Yet

for whether. Of a mask, the stock from your party for all the been see

they left with bars lest to the last I said; she simple as lucky to

winne, the hide. The with me wroken entangle down to these despair: he

who see, I see the same sadness course, being the may take a ceremony

but its their bodily for ioy count now I’ll recount to their

Priest, and without the Gods still it with lies is from Sin? And will night, the

ark: so we— the first, staid not design to brings had even to see, I

wonder gaze, and as heard my country open. In it, at once is it

like a Shop of Terror cry, Speak well those flower look, or on his name.

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Dating Shoto Todoroki Headcanons (including photos and songs)

a/n: reader is a hopeless romantic, some ooc, Todoroki loves Sanrio, gender neutral reader, afab reader for photos (i'll make an amab version of the photos if i get a request)

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Category one; the written

Todoroki is the type to want to try every love language to see what he feels fits him best since he didn't express much love as a child nor did he express it

he then gets really into those diy gifts and small meaningful ones

cute origami paper rings, those cute paper records with spotify codes of love songs stuck to the back, ext.

would buy you random tiny things that made him think of you, like a keychain of your favorite tv show character, or a tiny plushie of your favorite animal, or even just some cute pens he thought you'd like to use

definitely the type to get you flowers and keep one from the bouquet to know when it's time to get you new ones

buys you expensive jewelry for your anniversaries, funded by Endeavor's black card of course

loves when you gift him things back

if you made him bracelets he would wear them every. signal. day.

they will never come off you can't convince him to take them off

the only time he does is to use his quirk so they don't get burned/frozen

other than that he will literally have to die and even then you'll have to unmend them from his decaying corpse

type to get matching jewelry like necklaces (less likely to be damaged by his quirk)

would get matching ear piercings, you guys get matching earrings, and he pisses his father off it's two wins in one.

quality time but he would be way too busy however since you're both students at UA you still get to see each other and hangout after at the dorms

his acts of service are things like helping one another with homework/training, helping with cleaning, making sure you eat, stay hydrated, and get enough rest

definitely the type to try to help you sleep anyway he can if you have sleep issues and need comfort (although it's a little awkward at first cause he doesn't know what to do)

struggled at first with wording when it came to affirmations but has gotten used to randomly whispering sweet nothings or writing them on little notes he'll leave in your dorm/bag

examples "i love you" "you look pretty today" "you did a really good job in training today i'm proud of you" ext.

he also will compliment you from time to time

call him pretty.

PLEASE JUST DO IT.

he will ABSOLUTELY love it, he's so used to people saying things like he's handsome and attractive but he's never heard really heard pretty, and especially likes it when it comes from you

blink and you'll miss the blush the lined his cheeks the first time you called him that

he will literally accept no other form of compliments on his appearance from then on

will literally text you a photo of his outfit followed by a "is this pretty?"

and when you start calling him "pretty boy" specifically "my pretty boy" he will have an internal crisis

yes.

just yes.

he is yours, you think he is pretty, he is your pretty boy

his brain chemistry is suddenly altered and in order to survive he needs you to call him your pretty boy every two business days

he NEEDS to be touching you in some way shape or form if you're next to each other, he is the absolute CLINGIEST but in the cutest way possible

not the biggest fan of pda tho so it's small things

intertwined pinkies before training as a promise to be safe

hand holding when walking together

hand on your knee/thigh or around your waist under tables

rubs your calf if you're seating behind him with you're leg stretched out

head on your shoulder and vice versa

rubs your shoulders when he is standing behind you

if you're alone he'll wrap his hands around your waist

he is also an AMAZING cuddler

will literally cuddle in whatever position he doesn't care, little spoon, big spoon, pretzel, sweethearts cradle, honeymoon hug, chest rest, he doesn't care he likes the comfort

def keeps you warm/cool with the help of his quirk depending on the weather

he just adores holding you as close as possible, he feels safe and loved, and he knows you're safe and with him and he can express his love to you in this way

loves it when you play with his hair while he's sleepy, especially if he has his head on his on your lap like it's so nice

he will literally feed into your pinterest couple fantasies

you think taking couple photos like that is cute? done. he will take as many as you like.

if you're going out for a date then their to places like cat cafes, picnics, aquariums, a new movie you really want to see, or a local cafe

at home dates would be cuddling up in one of your dorms, watching movies, doing skincare

he would actually really like to watch romcoms cause he's never seen any so he wants to know what they're like

his favorite would be Princess Dairies 2; The Royal Engagement

He would also love Studio Ghibli movies

you guys could also bake together especially around the holidays id imagine he looks really cute in a pastel pink apron with heart all over you lent him

everyone in 1-A would know you guys have romantic feelings for each other, you'd probably confirm it when Mina asks

was not shocking news tbh

like all it takes is for someone to notice one look he gives at you and you can tell he's down horribly

would play board/video games as you guys wear face masks

honestly Shoto is type that either doesn't catch feelings or catches them really hard

like he would be down BAD

so honestly he'll do anything you ask

he LOVES kissing, like any form of it

quick pecks as a good morning or a good night

forehead kisses when one of you is sleepy and laying their head on the other person

a cheek kiss you'd give him just cause you felt like it and vice versa

he especially loves slow, love filled, kisses.

his kisses are rarely ever driven by lust, and even if so it's small amounts of it they're always filled with so much love

he could actually just sit there cuddling and kissing you for days

please he is literally so whipped for your physical affection

fucking loves plushies, will cherish them forever

get matching build-a-bears PLEASE PLEASE HE WILL DRAG YOU BY YOUR HAIR WHEN THE SANRIO ONES COME OUT

name them after each other, you just have one named "sho sho"

would literally cuddle it to sleep when you're not sleeping with him

he loves fluffy ones, squishmellows, CAT AND SANRIO PLUSHIES.

if y'all traveled together he would plan EVERYTHING and it would be on Endeavor's card

five star everything only the best for y'all

refused to pack anything but like five first aid kits SPECIFICALLY to have an excuse to spend Endeavor's money

Takes turns driving during road trips, listens to your playlist (he would just listen to all your favorite artists+albums) brings blankets and plushies to make it all comfortable, like a pillow fort in the car

it's a fancy car rented with Endeavor's money

if it's by plane it's a first class ticket, literally sets everything up to make sure you're treated like royalty

literally does whatever you want no matter how expensive, probably gets matching luxury items

at first you feel really bad but then you're like "mmm he's a horrible person and has money might as well spend some of it for Shoto's years of trauma"

Would plan a trip to Las Vegas to go to the famous Hello Kitty hotel (yes he is THE sanrio fan)

then has the ingenious idea to pretend to elope to fuck with his dad.

will literally buy you a tiffany and co engagement ring and gets a whole fancy suit when he asks you will full seriousness then of course buys you a matching dress/tuxedo

like it's a whole a plan of a fancy engagement, rented high end restaurant, gets your nails done, a pianist, a bunch of flowers, ext.

makes you think what his actually engagement plans would be

gets a photographer and takes extravagant photos to send to his dad

literally gets Natsuo and Fuyumi in on it (Natsuo was laughing, Fuyumi was gonna have a heart attack)

takes a nice "honeymoon" to Hawaii (he wanted to buy the special addition Hawaii Sanrio merchandise)

Natsuo sent you a video of Endeavor almost burning his phone at the photos

He would also love Disneyland like would get annual passes to go and you're like "we dont live in California" and he's like "buying a private jet on dads black card"

wants to try all the Disneyland special food and buys one of those books to get signed by all the characters

buys the matching Gucci x Disneynote books just to have an excuse to spend more of his dad's money (he thinks it's ducking hilarious and you can't convince him otherwise)

"we can use them for class" "Shoto Todoroki I'm not using a luxury notebook for class" "Why not?"

This was all durning whatever time of summer break he available to him

So you get back to UA still wearing your engagement ring (he refuses to let you take it off)

Midorya is the one who notices and he freaked out

"Y-YOU GUYS GOT ENGAGED?"

Shoto is completely nonchalant about it he would probably even be like

"technically we got eloped"

a collective "WHAT?" rises through the dorm

"where?" "in America" "why?" "why not."

Bakugo is not having it

"DUMBASS ICY HOT YOU CANT GET ELOPED YOURE NOT LEGAL YET"

"and how would you know?"

"BITCH WHAT DO YOU MEAN"

you're just in the corner with a face of disappointment

"Guys we didn't actually get eloped, or engaged."

everyone calms down, then Momo asks

"why the tiffany's engagement ring?"

"long story, don't ask."

will then on randomly refer to you as his wife.

"Can I get a water and a juice for my wife"

don't even suggest the possibility that you won't actually get married. In his head it's a "you will marry me!" not a "will you marry me?"

when it comes to actually pet names he cringes at "bae" or "babe" but things "honey" or "sweetheart" make you guys sound like a 95 yearold couple so he has settled for "love" and "darling"

"love can you pass me the english notes" "darling did you get the answer to number 12?"

always looking for you in everything, and not just literally. When he is around you his eyes will always find a way to wonder over to you, when he isn't he always finds a way to relate everything back to you.

his thoughts are like "look at this spoon, y/n uses a spoon on our dates, i should text them"

texts using the Japanese keyboard emojis cause he's gotten so used to using them with Fuyumi

you're one of the first people he finds himself wanting to tell about anything good or bad

and he also wants to be there listening and offering advice and comfort when you need it

if you guys are going to a formal event he would literally rent a limbo and everything

he is just down really REALLY bad and wants to create so many memories together

on that note he has a drawer/box full of mementos. various types of tickets, polaroids, cards, notes, receipts, keychains, ext.

It literally looks like a shrine of stuff and he refuses to let anyone near the drawer until you discovered it one day

one of the very few moments he actually had a deep blush as you ranted about how euphorically heartwarming it felt to know he kept all that stuff

barely used social media himself but when you started using it would post you on his story every week or two

would be down to do couple trends with you

MATCHING SANRIO PFPS

he is just a very much in love boy

Category two; relationship playlist

Money Honey - Lady Gaga

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Die For You - The Weekend

Something About You - Eyedress

Lover - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

pov - Ariana Grande

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

Call It What You Want - Taylor Swift

Enchanted - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

Daydreamin' - Ariana Grande

Lovers Rock - TV Girl

Let's Get Married - Bleachers

Pretty Boy - The Neighborhood

Lavender Haze - Taylor Swift

Sweet Nothing - Taylor Swift

Sunflower, Vol. 6 - Harry Styles

Tokyo Love Hotel - Rina Sawayama

They Don't Know About Us - One Direction

18 - One Direction

Magic - One Direction

Last First Kiss - One Direction

First Date - Blink-182

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

505 - Arctic Monkeys

Blushing! - Between Friends

Better Friends - Between Friends

Love Me Like You Do - Little Mix

Voodoo Doll - 5 Seconds of Summer

Kiss Me Kiss Me - 5 Seconds of Summer

Cinema - Harry Styles

Daydreaming - Harry Styles

Touch Tank - Quinnie

Category three; relationship photos

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pendragon-writes · 2 years ago

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𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈

Batman x Teen!Son!Reader

Requested: Yes

Note: I decided to go with just the two of them doing 'normal' family stuff (Let's be honest tho anyone related or is a part of his family doesn't have normal lol) This turned into more of the whole family than just Batman but I hope you like it anon.

"Hey Bruce do you have the list?" you asked him as you pushed the cart. Today was Alfred's day off and as a result, someone had to go shopping with him since the others would've caused chaos Bruce entrusted you to help him out. "Yep," he responded, pulling his cap more down.

As much as you enjoyed non-vigilante tasks you hated the fact that you had to hide your faces just so that paparazzi wouldn't charge at you in any public spaces or the fact even though you were a teen people felt the right to try and harass you even more than they did with your older siblings.

“Great, what do we have first on the list?” Once he told you the list the both of you continued shopping for stuff, and while everything was going smoothly something just had to ruin it.

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“Oh my god is that who I think it is?” A civilian said pointing with her daughter at the both of you, this caused you to freeze up for a second before continuing what you were doing. Bruce noticed this but didn’t comment anything since he didn’t want to bring any more attention to the both of you. Before the lady could try to walk up to the both of you Bruce quickly moved you both in another direction resulting in her losing you both.

Once you finished both the shopping and putting the groceries in the car you sat in the shotgun, just as you were about to put some music on your headphones he stopped you. "How about you play some of those songs you like on here?" He asked. "Um, sure. Do you have anything in mind?" "Not at all, just whatever you want" he replied. You hummed in response and started playing I'll never smile again, this seemed to be of his liking because he nodded in approval and continued driving.

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"Hey, Bruce?" "Yeah?" "Can we go to batburger?" "Sure, make sure to call the others and see what they want and let Alfred know as well". You grinned at this and texted the group chat.

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[This Chaotic Family]

Me: Hey what do you guys want? Me and B-man are at BatBurger

Get me the Cheesy Bat Combo with a coke! :D :Blue-Bird

In that case, I'll just get my regular :Bucket Head

1 Sweet tea and a Bat Pounder thanks (N/n)! :Computer Legend

I don't mind whatever you get for me will do just fine Master (Y/N)

:Alfred The Wise

Whatever is good as long as it's vegan. :Lil Robin

A coffee and Big bat with fries :Wanna-be Detective

Me: Tim unless you've forgotten you've been banned from coffee for this week...

Fine no coffee just get me a sprite then :Wanna-be Detective

Me: Got it

Dr. Pepper and Bat Burger plz :Cass

Get me a Bat-LT with curly fries :D Oh and Duke wants the same!

:Purple Lady

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As you both finished ordering and dropping off the food you both got ready to go on patrol together, as you put on your mask you turned to Bruce who finished putting on his cowl. He nodded towards the Bat-mobile and you entered the passenger seat.

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You jumped from building to building using your grappling hook to get to the farther ones, Bruce was nearby but was doing his own patrol just like you. You finally landed next to him and waited for Oracle or someone to let one of you know of anything going down. While you'd normally get a bunch of people and places you needed to help it seemed tonight was less busy, and that was true for most of the patrol before you heard Batman himself talking to someone. You turned to him, leaned on the wall, and waited. After a little while, he responded. "On my way. Let's go"

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"You needed me, Gordon?" Batman asked. Gordon hadn't seen you yet and you wanted to see just how long it'd take. "Ah yes, thank you, Batman. We have a case that neither my detectives nor me myself can solve." He showed him a file that read as classified. "Arnold Wesker? what does he want?" You asked from behind. "AH! Oh, it's you, hey kid" Gordon responded. "And yeah it's him, says he wanted to speak to Batman himself, no idea why but he won't tell us". You sighed at this, as nice of a guy as he was his puppet was extremely annoying to deal with, even if they've been separated again they somehow always manage to get back together.

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While Batman was talking with Wesker you waited outside of the room and started tossing a coin left to right, the loud clinking noise caught some of the guards' attention. At first, they didn't say anything but after a while, one of them asked to try it and you tossed them it. Most of the guards failed but it seemed to brighten up their day slightly getting to try something new out. When the Bat himself returned he saw one of the guards attempt to pass the coin to the other side and fail miserably. When the guard noticed they slowly went to pick it up and apologized quietly.

Once that whole ordeal was done and the patrol was over you both got back to the manor and started getting ready for movie night. A common tradition in the manor and a welcomed one after Alfred suggested it as a way for all of you to spend quality time.

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"So what are we watching?" Damian asked as he petted Alfred, the cat. "I don't know isn't it Dicks turn to pick?" You responded, sitting next to Cass and passing her the popcorn, to which she smiled in gratitude. "Today, my children we are watching Master Chief!" Dick answered in a mock British accent. "Dude your accent sucks!" Jason laughed. Laughter and giggles filled the room with even Bruce himself laughing a bit at the accent.

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After a few episodes all of them were fast asleep, some on top of the others and others laying on their back, you laying your head on Bruce's shoulder. Alfred walked into the sight and smiled. He saw all of you as one of his own and seeing all of you relaxed and getting some rest brought him some joy. He covered each of you in blankets and took a picture of you all together.

#batfam x male reader #batman x teen!reader #batman x Bat!Son!reader #batman #batfam #m!reader #x male reader #dc x male reader #teen!male reader

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inari-zaheer · 3 years ago

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Hi! Could I request a fic for Ekko? I feel like the boy needs more love

Angst with happy ending please! I have no idea for plot tho, maybe someone he thought was dead but came back? Maybe her (reader) protecting Ekko and getting hurt? Idk, just have fun!! (Smut would also be ok 😉) ((sorry if my ask is too much tho! You can tots deny it!)

I Thought You Were Gone

Pairing:Ekko x Reader

TW:Mention of bad thoughts and giving up

Word Count:964

Song Suggestion:Crossfire - Stephen

A/N:I was on a really sad/angsty mood when I wrote this lol, so I’m definitely thinking on making a part 2, anyway, enjoy♥️

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Things were going crazy in both sides of the bridge recently.

With Silco doing more deals with shimmer, meaning more shipments where sent and recieved everyday, Jinx stealing Hextech and now with Vi coming back from what everybody thought was the dead and bringing a piltie with her, Ekko was going crazy.

Of course he had you by his side for everything he needed, specially when it came to taking decisions involving the sanctuary while he was away, and thats what he had tasked you with before going to what you thought was some kind of suicide mission.

You never really been to Piltover yourself for long times, nor have you talked to someone from there besides your new "friend" Caitlyn, but it was common knowledge that they never had good thoughts abou any undercity folk.

So, in contrary to what he had made you swear not to do you gave the leader function to Scar and went after them, as you had a bad feeling on your gut about the whole situation.

When you arrived at the bridge it was kinda late as some type of combat seemed to have happened between them and some enforcers that were now lifeless on the ground, but as you were starting to get worried you finally saw Ekko fighting Jinx in the middle of the bridge.

He was handling everything with such maestry that you thought he would not need your help, but you soon saw you were mistaken when, upon thinking he had the upper hand he got distracted enough not to notice the blue haired girls arming a bomb right beside them.

Your actions were quicker than your thoughts when you suddently went with your hoverboard right in the direction of the bomb, separating both of them in the process, but it was obvious you did it out of pure instinct not thinking about having a literall bomb on your hands, you tried to throw it on the river but it was to late.

"Y/N NO!" was the last thing you heard before you lost your senses.

If Ekko was already mad at Jinx now he was enraged, not letting himself be distracted this time he continued to hit JInx until he was sure she was unconcious, he wanted to hurt her further, but he wansn't like the monsters of the undercity he swore to destroy.

He went down the bridge as fast es he could, not caring anymore about the stupid gemstone or Vi's shouts on the other side of the smoke curtain, his heart was beatting as fast as ever as he tried to look out for you in the dark waters, only for an unexpected shot on his foot made him lose his balance and fall on the concrete floor below him.

Now disabled and afraid that something worse might have actually happened to you he tried as much as he could to stay quiet in the middle of his panick atack as to not make himself known to Silco's goons that were up the bridge, only hoping that by a miracle you were going to appear in front of him safe and sound, or that a firelight would come looking for him.

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In the following week after Heimerdinger helped him get safely back into the sanctuary he couldn’t do anything besides cry and shout at everyone that even dared to metion your name in his presence.

He kept screaming at Scar on the first hours after he came back for letting you go out after him, his friend only heard with his mouth shut, he knew Ekko would prefer the worst torture, prefer to kill himself instead of having to lose you, he didnt gave him a comforting speech either, he knew it wasnt what his friend needed now.

The following days only seemed to get worse, shit hit the fan when Jinx exploded the council, which made him blame himself even more for not trying to get the gem back, and he missed you, he missed your touch, your scent, your voice, the way that if you were there beside him right now you would have made him feel better with your comforting words and reassuring touches all over him.

He couldn’t eat anymore, sleep anymore, he lost himself on an abyss of sadness, he just couldn’t handle your loss anymore as he only thought of giving everything up, but when he was about to go to the upper floor of his chambers Scar bolted through the door saying that Ekko needed to go to the sewer doors.

Scar ignored his friend’s demands to just leave him alone and promptly dragged him all the way down the three on a hoverboard against his will, his tiredness were slowly going back to anger when he saw the most unexpected but also relieving sigh he have seen in his entire life.

You slowly made your way through the curious crowd of firelights that were just as surprised as him by your return, upon seeing your state, with bandages all over your body and a cane helping you to move it was clear that you were on your worst shape, but the only thing that mattered to him was that you were alive.

He immediatly ran to hug you "Oh my fucking god Y/N is it really you? Fuck I though you were gone for good i just-" "O-ow babe" "Oh shit I'm really sorry i hurt you, but is just...i thought you were...but now youre here and, and" You embraced him through his tears as carefully as possible not no hurt yourself even further but giving your lover the confort he was needing after what seemed to be the worse days of his life.

"Come on, help me get upstaisr so you can take proper care of me and i can explain to you what happened, sounds good?"

"Sounds just perfect"

#arcane #arcane x reader #ekko #ekko x reader #arcane fanfic #ekko arcane

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eventhedarkestlightshines · 3 years ago

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Concert Surprise

Masterlist

K-pop AU - MET Gala, Chance Meeting

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x KpopFem!Reader

Summary: Timmy and Y/N finally collabs.

Notes: There were so many inspirations for different aspects of this fic but I’ll just state the main ones. I was initially inspired by that viral video of a worker dancing to Itzy’s Loco and someone walking in on her but I don’t really know how to write the dance scenes so this is the closest thing to it that I can do. Another inspiration that helped write this story was IU’s Kuala Lumpar Love Poem concert performance of ‘Every End of the Day’ and seeing the interactions between IU and one of the backup dancers were too cute and I knew I had to include that. Basically I wanted to write something with Y/N showing off to Timmy LOL. Another thing I wanted to mention is that Kpop concerts usually end with a happy, peppy, energetic song so please imagine them dancing to a song like that.

On another note, I tried something new with this fic; I played around with the POVs and I hope you all like it.

Not beta’d!

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T: Hey Y/N! Just wanna let u know, i’ll be at ur next concert

Y/N: What? Really?

T: Yup, just wrapped up a shoot and had some free time, so i got me some tickets

Y/N: This late?

T: I got links

Y/N: 🤨

T: Ok fine, i knew we were wrapping up at this time so i bought the tickets when they went out as a surprise…

T: So… Surprise!

Y/N: 😂

Y/N: I’ll have someone send over the details on getting backstage

T: U don’t have to

Y/N: Too late, just told someone to do it

Y/N: R u sure btw? I know my stuff isn’t your type of music

T: i’m sure, i actually do listen to ur music

Y/N: u do?

T: yup, it’s missing something tho 🤔😉

Y/N: …

Y/N: Ok, so, I’ve been thinking about that collab u’ve been chasing

T: r u finally going to do a music collab with me?

Y/N: Not exactly…

Y/N: I just had an idea. Why don’t u come up on stage with me for a song

Y/N: I mean, the internet seems to agree that ur a good dancer

T: Uhh… I mean, glad to hear that ur admitting to my dance skills…

T: But you know, as much as I hate to admit it… I’m not on ur level…

Y/N: LOL, don’t worry, it’ll be one of my simpler choreo

Y/N: I usually perform it at the end of my shows, that way u still get to see the concert

T: *phew*

Y/N: 😂

Y/N: the only thing is, the song is definitely not ur thing and i’m not sure if you still want to go through with it…

T: which song is it?

Y/N: this [link]

T: that’s fine. I’m still down

Y/N: R u free tomorrow?

T: I should be

Y/N: ok, here’s the address, we’re doing some stuff in the morning but you can drop by in the afternoon

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Timmy walked through the halls trying to find the room Y/N told him that they would be in. He spotted Bdg/N and deduced that he was close. As he got closer to Bdg/N, he heard muffled music. Bdg/N nodded at him in greeting and he returned it. He then quietly opened the door to see a group dancing to the beat. They were dancing to a song he never heard before. Was it a song he missed or was it something new? Before he could think more about it, he saw Y/N at the front. She was so focused on the performance that neither she nor the dancers noticed him.

Timmy stared at Y/N with soft and amazed eyes. He watched her move across the floor, easily transitioning from one move to the next and doing moves that he can only dream of doing. She truly was on another level.

Y/N was right, he didn’t typically listen to K-pop but there was something about her music that he just couldn’t stop listening to.

It was interesting that she had a wide repertoire of sounds; one song would be more rock, EDM the next, and then pop, etc. while still maintaining her signature style. He liked that she experimented with different types of genres and made it her own. While he vibed with some songs and didn’t vibe with others, he couldn’t stop listening to them, he couldn’t help but listen to all of them, and he couldn’t stop watching her performances as well.

While the song he was going to perform with Y/N stage was one of his lesser liked songs of hers, he would not pass up the chance to perform with her. It was one of the songs that had always put a pinched expression on his face while he watched the performance. He would purse his lips and furrow his eyebrows as he watched her dance cutely with the backup dancer. He knew that it was just the choreo to match the song but it never failed to make him scowl. He wasn’t sure how he’d be able to keep that expression off his face if he saw it in person, but he would have to suck it up if he didn’t want to lose the opportunity to work with Y/N again.

He appreciated the opportunity to perform on stage with her even though the entire thing came from a joke. When other people brought up his non-existent rapping career, he got a bit embarrassed and Y/N knew that but with her, he felt comfortable bringing it up. She knew that he was joking about the collabs but she followed his lead.

The music stopped and Y/N turned to her dancers, but before she could say anything Timmy started clapping.

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As soon as we did the finishing move, I turned to my backup dancers but before I could say anything, I heard clapping and I looked towards the door.

“Timmy! You made it!” I exclaimed, I turned to my dancers, “That’s good for today, we can run it over again later. Just give me a second to get Timmy settled and then we can show him the ropes.”

I headed towards Timmy and guided him to where he could put this stuff.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he asked. “Was that a new song I just heard?”

I was a bit stunned, I knew he said that he listens to my songs but I didn’t think he actually meant it. It warms my heart knowing that. A grin began to form on my face.

“Don’t worry about it. We were just working on a new project, just keep it to yourself and we won’t have a problem. Otherwise we’d have to make you disappear,” I joked. I looked at him and asked, “So are you ready to learn the choreo?”

Timmy scratched his head and laughed nervously, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

I placed my hands on his shoulders and gave him a small shake, “Don’t be nervous. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It’s the last song and it is bubbly; we usually make it fun and silly. Half the time, we don’t do the full choreo. So relax and just have fun. If you have any suggestions we’re all ears.” Then I clapped my hands, “let’s show you the choreo first and then we can teach you.”

I called over one of the dancers and introduced them to each other, “You’ll be taking over his spot in the choreo and he’s offered to help you.”

“Don’t worry. This is just a simple one,” I teased him one more time as we got into place. “Remember, it doesn’t have to be perfect. It’s supposed to be fun, so have fun.”

With that, we started the music.

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At the end of the practice session, Timmy was lying on the floor catching his breath. He could hear Y/N and her backup dancers talking and laughing as they cleaned. When he was about to get up to help, Y/N waved him back down, telling him to rest.

He was tired. He could recall the days where Y/N felt tired and achy during the filming of Dune, not that she complained. There were days where he could see her tense and stiff but by the time it was time to shoot, there was no evidence of it visible. He couldn’t imagine how long and how many performances she did to get to that point if he was only just feeling tired now. It had been hours since he started and he finally got it down without stumbling or forgetting a part. He felt bad that he most likely had taken up a lot of their time despite being reassured that it wasn’t a big deal. They could’ve spent the time they were helping him resting and relaxing until the concert, instead they were patiently teaching him. At least it seemed like they were having fun with the number of jokes and laughter that came out of the session.

While he wasn’t confident that his dance skills were on par with her and her dancers, he was confident that he wouldn’t mess up. He knew that even the simplest of choreos weren’t easy, but he still underestimated the time that he would need to learn it without making mistakes.

It was worth it though. He got to perform on stage alongside with Y/N and he took the role of the backup dancer he was most envious of. It made his stomach flutter when he realized whose role he was going to be taking over.

He startled when he felt something cold touch his face. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Y/N with a bottle of water in her hand. He looked around and saw that everyone left.

She laughed as he sat up and took the bottle, “thanks.”

He took a drink while Y/N lounged next to him.

“Good job today,” she said, “how’d you find it?”

“Pshh, easy peasy, I got it down within the hour. I just didn’t want to make you guys feel bad so I pretended to look like I was struggling,” he said haughtily before chuckling, “Just kidding, it was challenging. I’m amazed that everyone was able to easily rearrange themselves after changing it up and so quickly too.”

Y/N laughed, “Yea, that’s how it is. Sometimes you get weeks to learn a choreo but other times you get days. There would even be times where you don’t get much time to learn it, so you just have to learn how to pick it up quickly. You get better as time goes by. Rearrangements aren’t a big thing. Don’t worry about it. You actually did a pretty good job today. I'm impressed. After a couple of more times, you'll be able to do it in your sleep."

Timmy smiled. He knew it was far from perfect but he appreciated the words of encouragement.

They then were interrupted by a knock on the door. Y/N and Timmy turned their heads towards the door and it was Bdg/N with a paper bag in his hand.

“Food,” Bdg/N stated as he walked towards them.

Y/N made a grabby motion in the air, “Thank you! I don’t know about you but I’m starving!” She took the bag and began to unload it. She looked up at her bodyguard and asked, “Did you get food as well?”

Bdg/N nodded and quietly left the room.

She squinted at her bodyguard’s back and muttered to herself, “I don’t know if I should believe him…”

Timmy smothered a laugh before Y/N turned to him, “We got you some food as well.”

“Oh, thank you. You didn’t have to, I could’ve-,” he started but was cut off.

“After a day like this? You’ve earned it,” she said as she passed him some food, “You’re gonna need the energy for tomorrow. We’re gonna run through it a few more times during rehearsals and figure out stage direction. I’ll give you a run down of you coming up on stage. We’re going to figure out the timing on that as well. Oh, let me grab my phone and show you-”

Timmy chuckled and shook his head. He ate as Y/N continued on about the plan. She became so distracted that her food would have remained untouched if he hadn’t nudged her to take a bite of her food from time to time. This wasn’t the first time he did it, Timmy smiled as he continued to listen to Y/N, and he would gladly continue to do it if that meant spending more time with her.

[Video: video started off with the title “Timmy and Y/N cute concert moments” and transitioned into the captions titled “Y/N brought Timmy on stage and we are here for it. They had many cute moments. Here’s a compilation of those moments.”

Instagram live: Started on Timmy, “hey guys, guess where I’m at.”

Camera switched over to show Y/N getting her makeup done. She looked up and saw Timmy with the phone. She waved at the camera.

“I’m backstage with Y/N at her last concert,” Timmy said.

“Well, I don’t know how Timmy got backstage guys, he just showed up at the entrance and just followed me in. I’ve been trying to get rid of him ever since, any advice?” Y/N joked.

“So this is the last song for the night and I appreciate you all for coming. You’ve all been wonderful and I think you all deserve a surprise. Do you remember a certain video I uploaded some time ago and asked you guys to vote whether or not he could dance?” Y/N said, “Well I decided to invite him on stage. Why don’t you make some noise for him. Come on out Timmy.”

And the crowd screamed when he came out on stage waving at the crowd.

“Well, let’s see if he lives up to all of our expectations!” she said. They got into place and Timmy and Y/N exchanged some words before the music started.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” could be heard from the fan taking the video. “They’re so cute.”

Y/N and Timmy bumped hips and then jumped away, pistol pointing at each other.

Timmy stood behind Y/N with his arms around her. Y/N fell into the embrace with one of her hands on his as she sang.

Y/N stood between Timmy and another dancer, both on their knees with their hands out toward her. Y/N looked between the two. She turned to Timmy, her hand reaching out towards him before turning away and placing her hand in the other dancer’s. Timmy acted like he was struck, with his hand on his chest and the other on his forehead, acting as though he was distressed.

Y/N looked at Timmy and laughed before grabbing his hands and pulling him up.

Y/N and Timmy looping arms together and jumping around the stage.

Timmy lifted Y/N in his arms and started spinning her around. Y/N started laughing before continuing to sing.

The stage was empty but the crowd was chanting for an encore. It continued on until Timmy appears on stage without Y/N, “it’s just me for the encore guys. Y/N sent me for the encore. She’s finally bowing down to my rap and dance skills.”

Y/N appeared after him, “Lies, he shoved me to the side and ran out here. Pretty sure this was his plan; to take over the concert.”

Timmy and Y/N playing rock paper scissors, Y/N lost so she turned around and Timmy jumped on her back. She carried him around for a while before he jumped off, her singing stable throughout.

Y/N, Timmy, and the backup dancers hopping around the stage in a line.

Arms were across each other’s shoulder, head close together. Y/N placed the mic to Timmy’s mouth and he sang a line. The crowd went wild.

The song ended and Y/N pulled Timmy with her to the center of the stage and they stood between her backup dancers. They waved at the fans.

“Thank you for a wonderful night!” Y/N said, “Please thank my dance crew and the band for their awesome work tonight!” The crowd cheered as the backup dancers and the band, standing up from their set, waved at the fans and bowed. “What about the crew in the back for the amazing job!” The crowd cheered once more. “Let’s not forget Timmy! Didn’t he do an incredible job!” The crowd goes louder as Timmy pretended to take off a hat, threw it in the air and bowed. He continued to wave at the crowd before grabbing the mic from Y/N.

“Don’t forget Y/N! She killed it tonight! I don’t know about you but I had a great time! And I’m not saying that because she finally lets me on stage and I’m right next to her,” Timmy joked.

Y/N laughed and playfully slapped Timmy before waving and bowing at the crowd. She took the mic from him.

“Thank you again for coming and I hope you all enjoyed yourself!” Y/N said as they all bow once more before filing off the stage. “Please get home safe!”

Y/N and Timmy waved at the fans one more time before leaving the stage. As they left, the camera zoomed in closely to the two. They were laughing and grinning at each other, their hands lingering close to each other's. The camera focused on their hands. Timmy's hand reached out to Y/N's, but then the footage got cut off.

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stellaestra · 4 years ago

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how would stray kids interact with mc in high school if they ever met? // high school au headcanons [stray kids/reader]

pairing: skz hyung line + mc [reader]

description: who would mc interact with in high school if they ever met? what kind of interactions would they have? // bulletpoints headcanons + small snippets

genre: platonic, high school au, friendship, humour, hurt/comfort

author’s note: this could be a stand alone or not, the mc is the same bodyguard/intern au!mc...it's just a "what ifs" kinda thing, fellas

p.s. some of the scenarios are based off real life events that happened to me in high school but i overly exaggerated some of them for the shit and giggles,, tell me which event actually happened to me in the askbox lmao I'm curious

pls I'm funny i swear

cw: minor swearing, just teenagers being teenagers, idiots, mention of blood (?) uhh mentions of violence (??)

unedited

// no beta read, we’ll die like men

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bang chan

mc is a '00 liner,

she doesn't interact with her seniors pt.1

to interact with them; it would have to be a school event or a collab project between the seniors and the juniors

possibly would be approached first by chan during sports day or a school festival for something

he thought that she's a pretty decent track runner when he saw sprint during the sports day track event

after that incident, chan would greet her in the hallways or wherever if he ever comes across her

mc would always awkwardly greet him back

“hey! you’re that really fast track runner, you did great that day!” chan complimented her in the hallways. out loud.

mc prays to whoever above there that chan would stop talking so loud as she could feel her face burn when she felt eyes on her.

cue to her awkwardly smiling at him and nodding, “yep, that’s me, yes, alright, senior chan.”

chan finds her adorable ever since that first few encounters

he also found out that she hangs out with felix just as much as he does

(love rivals (for felix) arc when)

he doesn’t know who to be envious of

that mc gets to spend so much time with lix or

felix being able to spend so much time with her

the never-ending saga

(love rivals (for felix) arc turned into possible rivals to friends arc)

(okay, im joking)

their respective friends group made a running joke

about how chan and mc are love rivals for felix

(it eventually became theirs as well)

(it's funny)

once he made her go off-tangent about felix

she was really passionate about his freckles and smile

for a moment

he really did think that she has a crush on him

no surprises there tho

felix IS absolutely cute

(friends arc?? omg, all for felix, HA)

he really really finds her adorable

he could go on for days

esp her little habit of covering her mouth when she speaks

sweater paws bc he almost always sees her with a jacket on even if it was a hot day

it's like a second skin on her

he once asked her if she ever removes her jacket

“only when im on school ground or during school events like assembly, i’ll take it off, senior chan.”

“eh? don’t you feel warm underneath that during a hot day?”

“...i do remove it sometimes, i guess...but i like wearing it bc it’s comforting.”

one time chan saw her without her jacket and wears short-sleeves uniform, he really wanted to shower her in his affections n also it’s such a rare sight that he almost couldnt recognized her

“haha hey, you didn’t wore your jacket today!”

“they’re in the laundry and...today’s a hot day...unfortunately, haah.”

he once tried to ruffle her hair but found her dodging his hand so fast at breakneck speed

that he was kinda concerned

she told him that her hair hasn't been washed yet so it's dirty

but the thing is: she told him every time he tried to ruffle her hair

“you’re not letting me pat your head on purpose.”

“senior chan, i wouldn’t do such a thing.” he noticed the little teasing smile before it disappeared.

he wondered briefly if she has always been this playful and cheeky with others her age

chan is aware that she speaks formally towards him out of habit though so he lets it slide and let her take her time growing comfortable with him.

he knew she was lying but let's her be anyway

bc she's his cute little junior

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lee minho

another case of mc's "no seniors juniors interaction"

minho’s very attractive so mc will definitely avoid him at all cost

plus, he looks intimidating to her so bye bye

to not step on any of her classmates' landmines that has the hots for him

drama isn't her thing, she already witness a handful and even got thrown into the fire as fuel before

no thank you she liked having her life in high school as peaceful as possible

mc would make her conversations with him very short n blunt

she's not gonna catch anyone's hands today, my dudes

really, she doesn’t

minho thinks of her like a small kitten that needs to be taken care of

bc of how she always scutters away from chan whenever he’s with him

if they ever interact

it would be when the juniors have the collab with their seniors

like a science fair, where the students have to come up with things to showcase

his class coincidentally collabs with her class for that particular event

he told chan about it and he have never seen chan pout and deflate like that

the only person he does that to is felix...if not, it’s jeongin.

chan sure adores this little junior other than felix huh…

then again, felix and mc does hangout a lot and so does jisung and her

so he took this chance as to know more abt her

coughs because jisung seems to be talking a lot about her coughs

(minho + mc love rivals (for jisung) arc pt. 2 when)

(mc really about to fight 2 seniors because she's stealing their respective juniors huh)

(the never-ending saga of love rivals)

he approached her inside that shared classroom for the collab event

she looked constipated when he approached her group of friends

even more so when he directly asked for name and whatnot

it kinda made him want to tease her even more now

he found out her name and what they were planning to do

heard her cursing under her breath

he decided to join their group on the whim

found out that mc is just a little shy whenever he approached her

her friends are somewhat protective of her

he got glared at by one of them once when he wanted to greet mc in the hallways

and mc kind of hid half of herself behind them

so whenever she’s on her own, he would try to approach her as slowly as possible

like. dealing with a cat and you’re a stranger trying to gain their trust

what he never will forget nor stop teasing her was about

her spinning on her heels to walk into the direction she was previously coming from

just to avoid him

he couldn't help but find it hilarious

he won her over when he brings the topic of cats wandering around their school campus

saw how her eyes lit up brightly

“the stray cats here are fun to play with, right?”

“yeah, me and friends decided to name a few of them too!”

he mentioned it to her because he saw her playing with the cats when she was waiting for someone or when she has time to play with them during recess

and the ramblings of a high schooler about cats commences

he wasn’t bothered about how much she talked

would nod along with what she says

because wow, shes really passionate about cats

that's a huge bonus for minho

and that was how minho adopted another kitten

whenever they weren’t busy with their own things, they would play with the cats together

playdate with cats <3

she would tell him that one particular grey cat was called

“this cat’s name is miss universe! they’re so cute, right?” she picked the cat up and cuddle with it, eyes sparkling with joy

“why did you guys name them that?”

“because why not?”

“fair enough point.”

and she laughs

he was glad that she stopped being so cautious around him if he was being honest

since the way chan was talking about her so affectionately made him really curious about her

casually mentions that jisung talks about her a lot

expected her to be bashful about it

but all she does was

“oh, cool, what did he say? I’m a weeb? Hah, he’s the same as I am” + "he should've said to it my face, senior minho, hmph"

so making her flustered backfired on him

poor minho

here’s your “you tried” star

mwah

so yeah, minho adopted a new cat (his little junior)

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seo changbin

same case as the two above, unfortunately

if they do ever interact, it's short and pleasantries

mc does kinda find him intimidating to certain extent

she's not good with dealing with intimidating looking people

but when he smiles, her shoulders feel less tense when she interacts with him

thinks of him as a pretty cool senior

he made her listen to his rap once n she told him that he's so cool n that stuck with him for days

imagine a junior telling you that you're so cool with that starry-eyed expression

your ego would go off the rooftop

after that, changbin would make it out of his way to greet her in the hallways

RAP MUSIC BUDDIES???? POTENTIAL

pat her on the head occasionally

if she doesn't dodge like hell away from his hands

“why do you keep avoiding them”

“no, don’t pat me, you’re treating me like a cat”

“I’m not?” lies, ever since minho told him that she reminds him of a cat, he really thought about it more

“you have that same look minho gives me when he tries to pat me…hyung…”

“we’re really going to make you call us oppa one day, watch us”

“um, yeah, no.”

“let your cute senior pat your head!!”

“im gonna run away!”

he knows that the younger ones in their friend group do interact with her

esp felix and jisung

for innie’s circumstances, that’s different

she does comes to him every once in awhile to abuse her title of his cute little junior to get a chance to listen to a teaser of his raps or songs he composes

found out that she does like rap songs! a lot more than he thought

they became those friends who shares new songs they found out and share it with each other

even at ungodly hours like 2am in the morning

that would not stop them

“this song reminds me of you”

“hey hey hey listen to this, psst”

“This shit SLAPS, go listen or else im gonna fight you in the school hallway, coward”

he became smug about it and boast about his knowledge to 3racha

jisung complained that he thought she only listened to anime songs or soft indie songs because he saw her playlists before

changbin told them that she has other playlists that’s for more “intense and aggressive” songs

they were floored and the conversation starts like this,

“what do you mean she likes listening to yours and ours music and raps?”

“im not kidding, she does! she even showed me her playlists that were filled with rap, rock and metal songs!!”

“my little mc? likes those songs? are you sure you’re not dreaming?”

“it’s a public playlist, i even followed her playlists”

“If you’re wrong, hyung, im really gonna fight you on this! bc I KNOW her first”

“doesn’t mean that you know her BETTER”

lots of petty bickerings

chan and jisung has a big revelation about mc that day at school

(there goes mc’s little rep within their group of friends)

he did warned them to not tell her that he told them about it and

that they actually are aware of her music taste

or else

she tried to rap really fast one time, trying to rap like how he does

he had to witness her biting her tongue live

changbin would never think someone like her would have

such a vulgar language

every profanity he knows came out of her mouth

he quickly got her something to soothe her wounded tongue

after fretting over her though, he started teasing her

relentlessly

she threatened to sue him

"I'll sue you"

"with what money?"

"my 2 fucking dollars lunch money!"

"that's not enough to pay anything, not even your attorney!"

"fight me!"

he’s that older brother figure that mc would come to whenever she has no one to tell her woes to

their relationship turned out to have lots of playful banters and teasings

he gives very comforting hugs and pats

mc doesn’t want to admit it tho

well, until, changbin caught her snuggling into his hugs one fine day

“admit it, you like them, you like my hugs”

“okay, fine, i DO like them, they’re great hugs, don’t let it go to your head.”

“I KNEW IT”

“You’re so loud, shut up, hyung!”

“OH MY GOD, YOU FINALLY ADMIT TO IT, IM GONNA TELL THE WORLD-KSDFNKSDNF-”

"FUCK- I SAID, SHUSH"

rip in peace, changbin

he didn’t expect someone like her would have so much strength to smother his mouth with her hand and shut it

the more you know

curiousity killed the cat????

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hwang hyunjin

avoidance at all cost (pt.2) despite being in the same year

why? exhibit a: he's considered very attractive in her year and that her classmates n batch mates have crushes on him

coughs one of the school princes coughs

their batch year prince

she's really gonna swerve away from him

interactions will be kept at a bare minimum

one time hyunjin n some others wanted to borrow a textbook from their class because they have forgotten theirs n he chose hers

she could feel cold sweat forming as she feels the death stare of some of her classmates

that gta [wasted] sfx whenever ur character dies

yeah that's mc

that was probably the last time she would even think about it

when he returned it back to her, he smiled at her, the really cute eye smile and she felt like she made the target on her back bigger lol

goodbye mc you've lived a good life

your friends will definitely will play never gonna give you up during your funeral (it's a promise)

jokes aside

hyunjin would probably noticed the panicked look in her eyes and wondered why

since his friends like felix and...jisung...and seungmin are like on good terms with her

he probably wondered about it a lot

borderlines on overthinking since both felix and jisung are particularly close to her

so she should know that he’s friends with them

ever since that encounter, it would come across his head whenever he saw her hanging out freely with felix or jisung or both of them

or when he come across her in the hallways

sometimes he wants to greet her but it feels like it would scare her away

esp when she looks ready to run into the opposite direction

if he ever made eye contact with her

so his plan to befriend mc has started

tried to join into the trio hangout; jisung, felix and mc

mc never did protest his presence like at all

but does occasionally look stiff when he's near her

eventually shes comfortable enough with him

but not enough to actually hang out with him alone though

that thought kind of made him feel envious towards the other boys

and a little left out

as a teenager, he has too many emotions to handle so

jisung and felilx caught the idea and told him to let her

take her time because she kinda. shy. (???)

that didn't stop him from mulling over it tho sometimes

one day he found her waiting at the bus stop

it was in the evening, she was still in her school uniform

he was kinda on an errand run too

kinda didn’t want to sit on the same bench as her

afraid that she might run away

she noticed him standing there eventually albeit very anxiously and kinda awkward

a casual greeting slipped past her lips which shocked hyunjin to his very core

he splutters back a reply

“on an errand run, errand boy?"

"huh?"

“uh, um, pretend that i didn’t say anything.”

“right, sure, but may i sit next to you, the bus seemed to be late and my legs are kinda tired.”

“oh, uh, yeah, sure, but you didn’t have to ask, y’know?”

“well, didn’t wanna scare you off…"

“it’s nothing personal, if that’s what you’re worried about,” + “it’s just. didn’t wanna step on a landmine and the girls in our batch seemed to adore you a lot and me being close to you might set off the wrong signal…?”

“that’s absurd, you’re...being unreasonable..i mean, its none of their business-!”

“i know, im sorry, my bad, it’s not your fault either, it’s not anyone’s fault, to be honest.”

for a moment, he found her reasoning to be petty and unreasonable until it finally clicks inside her head, from her point of view when he really thought it through.

“...no wait, im sorry, i think, i kinda get why when i really thought about it.”

“yeah, it’s no biggie, don’t worry, im sorry too, we’ll both get over it”

“...um, we’re friends, right?”

“...i suppose so, if you dont mind, dummy.”

a giddy smile crossed his face while mc struggles to not stare at him looking so cute like that as she coughs into her hand, avoiding eye-contact

pretty boys have too much power in their hands

and she’s one of their fallen victims towards their charms

this isn’t fair for her heart

so when the bus arrived

they sat beside each other on the bus

hyunjin did most of the chattering while mc listens

he was so glad he cleared smth up with her

if she allows it, he would definitely tried to hug her

until he remembers that one time changbin told him he almost got punch in the face by her

when he tried doing it the first time and startled her

yeah no not now

maybe sometime in the near future, a long-awaited hug would be great

(if he was honest tho, he really wanted to cry when she told him the truth)

(it felt like a heartache)

but it’s okay now though

they’re friends now (somewhat) and that’s all that matters

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 4 years ago

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Harry Osborn x Alexander!Reader

Anonymous said: i was wondering if you could do a dating Harry Osborn headcanon but with the reader being Sam's Alexander's twin sis? (usm)

Sam was your twin brother

Unfortunately, being slightly older than you was the reason he got the Nova Corps helmet

And you were left with nothing

But he was still the greatest brother ever

Since the two of you were the only family you had left, you ended up relying on each other very much

But there was always some distance in your relationship because he would go on these amazing adventures with the guardians

And you were left at home waiting for him

But he still tried to make sure that you had a strong bond

You and Harry became friends because you had one thing in common

The fact that you had been abandoned by your superhero friends

Of course, you knew that Sam was Nova so it didn’t feel as bad

You lived with him on the Helicarrier and knew all about his superhero life

But Harry never knew that Peter was Spiderman

So, you immediately felt bad for him

You met the first time because both Peter and Sam were missing from Chem Lab

So, you two were the only ones left alone

So obviously the teacher paired the two of you up

And it turns out, the two of you make a great team

Which is weird because neither of you have an aptitude for it

And that’s how you started talking and eventually spending time together

Harry was really sweet to you

And you always thought he’d be kind of snooty because he was rich

But he’s really charming

Not to mention handsome

The amount of times he’s caught you just staring at him with stars in your eyes

Because he’s

“Like what you see?”

DAMN

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

PRETTY

“Try not to drool.”

And you swear you don’t like him

But sometimes he teases you and leans in and it’s like you can’t breathe

Harry definitely lets it go to his head that you always get so blushy around him

Once he did this thing where he cages you against the wall

And you’re just having a casual heart attack

Sam obviously has his own things going on so he doesn’t really notice

And honestly that kind of hurts you

Harry definitely notices your disheartened face when your twin brother bails on you

Tries and makes up for it but he can’t really fill the void that your brother leaves

He definitely helps tho

And sometimes Harry is like

“I’ve just about had enough of them ignoring us.”

And he wants to give them a piece of his mind

But you always stop him because you know they can’t help it

Unfortunately, though, you and Sam begin drifting apart

And you start relying on Harry more than your brother

Things honestly go downhill from there

When the Helicarrier gets destroyed and sinks, so does your home

While your brother moves into Peter’s place as a kind of team building exercise

You get shipped off to a S.H.I.E.L.D. housing facility

Even though Sam tried to argue with you staying with him

Fury wanted Sam to stay with the rest of the team

And Peter couldn’t house you too

But you couldn’t bear going into the housing facility, filled with agents and no friends

So, when you show up at Harry’s in tears, with absolutely no belongings, he has no choice to take you in

And so, the two of you begin living together

The big kick to the stomach is that Sam doesn’t realize that you’re not at the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility

And he doesn’t seem to care that the two of you are living apart for the first time since your birth

But Harry is such a great housemate

Absolutely the best

Long drives to wherever while either talking or singing horribly to some songs

Late movie nights where he carries you to bed

Studying together on the couch

Cooking together even though he has maids and butlers

And you’re just falling deeper and deeper

It feels like your married even though you haven’t even said that you’ve liked each other

But you both know that you do

There’s a certain intimacy that you have

Like Harry kissing your forehead before he leaves the house

Cuddling on the couch while watching a movie

Back hugs while you wash the dishes even though Harry insists that the staff can do it

Harry is like the protective husband you dreamed about having

At this point, you and Sam don’t even talk anymore

Aside from some mundane chatting in the middle of the hallways

And you’re starting to get over it

Obviously, it kind of hurts

But at the same time, you’re also angry

And this whole time Harry just kind of stands on the side-lines

Watching your brother take you for granted

But the time he loses his temper is on your birthday

He tried contacting him the whole day because he wanted to have a party for you

But neither him nor Peter picked up the phone

When Harry finally surprised you with a gift

Your first response was

“Have you heard from my brother?”

“Uh, no, actually, I tried calling but he didn’t pick up.”

And that kind of hurts because you usually get alerts from S.H.I.E.L.D. whenever there’s a mission so you don’t have to worry about him

But you didn’t get an alert so he was obviously not on a mission

In reality, the team tricked Sam saying that they had a mission

And then rerouting the plane to go to a remote island to celebrate

Completely forgetting about you

And so did Sam

So, you just try and forget and open the present

And there lies two premier tickets to the newest movie

“Harry, I can’t accept this, it’s too much.”

“Nooo, please, I got invited and it’ll be such a bore if I go alone.”

“I don’t know....”

“Think of it as a birthday present to me.”

You laughed

“So, this is your birthday present and mine?? Anything else? Your dad’s birthday too?”

“Actually, let’s mix in our first date with it too.”

And the two of you are in the papers the next day as the newest couple

With pictures of Harry kissing you on the red carpet

That’s how your brother finds out that you’ve been staying with the Osborn’s for 2 weeks now

And Sam tries calling you but you’re honestly so upset that you don’t even pick up the phone

So, he goes over to your place

And you’re not home

But Harry is

And as soon as Sam sees him, he tries to give the brother protective speech

But Harry honestly gets so annoyed

He just punches him right in the face

And all the staff are like ‘le gasp’

Sam is like wtf man why are you punching your girlfriends’ brother

And Harry loses it

Yells at him about how he hasn’t been paying you any attention the past month, left you to live with someone else and basically not even giving him the time of day anymore

And the most important day of your life, the day the two of you were born, he was halfway across the world

Sam finally realizes how neglectful he’s been and immediately feels like crap

Harry tells him to get his act together because you won’t wait forever

Sam listens and goes home so he can figure out how to make it up to you

And when you get home, Harry has a bruise on his knuckles and you’re just like

“What happened?”

“Oh, I fell.”

“On your knuckles?”

“Yep.”

“Okay then.”

The next day you get a call from Sam and he asks to meet you

You’re honestly kind of surprised

And something inside makes you want to reject him

But you get over your spite and pride and agree

When you get to the cafe Sam wanted to meet you, you’re shocked af to find him with a black eye

“Oh, my goodness! What happened?!”

“I, uh, got the lights knocked out of me.”

“By a villain?”

“Sure.”

He apologizes for everything that happened in the past month

And promises to do a better job

All the feel-good brother stuff

And Harry is just so happy for you

So basically, Harry fixed your family relations and became a part of your family

Idk how to end this

The end

Forever Taglist: @simonsbluee

USM Taglist: @imcarolinashannon

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jeankirstein4ever · 4 years ago

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hihi i hope you're doing well! can i get a matchup the gender doesnt really matter. i use he/they prns btw.

personality categories (idk what to call them) scorpio, intp 5w4, chaotic neutral, and my hogwarts house is slytherin if that matters.

Im a pretty introverted person and will only talk to ppl that i am friends with, even then if we arent really good friends i still wont talk to you unless you spark conversation because i dont like bothering ppl. My sense of humor is mostly sarcastic and dirty. Im also mean as a joke but, i only am to ppl i know who are comfortable with it bc i dont want ppl to genuinely be hurt by anything i say (making ppl uncomfortable/annoyed is my worst fear ngl). i have random burst of energy which usually makes me rant about literally any topic i can come up with. some bad things about my personality tho is i do have a lot of self doubt. its not that i hate myself i just believe that ill never live up to other ppls expectations. its also hard for me to believe someone actually enjoys my presence.

some of my hobbies are dancing, watching anime, gaming, and watching random science vids that pop up on my youtube recommended.

I look for humor and intelligence in a partner. especially humor because i dont take things seriously unless its something im interested in or its a serious issue. also intelligence because i like ranting about things and getting good feedback and thought provoking responses/questions whether the topic is serious or not, and understanding because i will admit im not the easiest person to be with.

my love language is mostly physical touch

im black, 5'3, have short ear length hair (i keep them it in mini twist), im curvy, have sharper features on my face, and have dark skin

random stuff: my fav music genres are alternative rock, rap, hyper pop, r&b, and kpop. my current favorite song is Pretty little birds by SZA and not allowed by TV girl. i also used to do ballet and i love it so much

Aot Matchups

A/n I love these so much, thank you for your ask

I match you with Levi

Levi and you are an all or nothing relationship, the second you two start dating it's all-consuming and absolutely everything

Levi was never one for affection of any kind let alone physical but when you sat down and talked about the things that made you feel loved he made sure to try and incorporate physical affection even in the smallest forms.

After a little while into your guys relationship when you started getting a bit more comfortable you started giving him little kisses on the forehead which he loved more than anything else in the world.

Before missions he would always pull you aside into his office before hugging your for dear life while muttering sweet nothings in your ear, “I love you, you know that right? You mean the world to me, if anything happens I need you to know that.”

When you got injured on a mission, he lost all self-control, this man is a killing machine on a good day but when he thought you were gone the world deserved to burn. Every titan he came across was slaughtered in a matter of seconds.

On the other hand when he found out you were fine, he fucking broke “I thought you were dead, I-I thought I lost you.”

“Baby, you're never losing me”

PET NAMES, this man will fucking die if you call him “baby” or “honey” he loves it so much.

Levi doesn't like PDA in the slightest but if someone tries to get a little too flirty like Petra (sorry Petra) he will purposely kiss you or wrap his arm around your waist In front of them as long as your comfortable with it.

He loves your dirty jokes, even if they're not the best it'll still earn a grin maybe even a chuckle.

YOUR HAIR, he loves it so much. I can't emphasize how much he loves your hair, it's one of his favorite things about you.

He adores your laugh, the first time her heard it was after his own attempt at a dirty joke causing you to spend a solid five minutes laughing your ass off.

He thought it sounded angelic

Mood board:

Playlist :

Love song - The Cure

This side of paradise - Coyote Theory

Hate Yourself - TV Girl

When Am I Gonna Lose You - Local Natives

Corduroy Dreams - Rex Orange County

July - Sir Chloe

Always Forever - Cults

Sanctuary - Joji

Alrighty Aphrodite - Peach pit

3005 - Childish Gambino

Love Letter :

Darling, I love you. I cant say enough , nor can I ever get tired of you saying the same. You loved me, I am loved. By you of all people, wonderful angelic you. In case I don't get a chance to tell you this, or in case I don't say it before we leave, you're my everything, all I've ever needed or wanted. I plan on marrying you , maybe not right now but soon. There's a ring in my office drawer, I almost proposed last night. I'm worried that I m moving to fast and somehow every time I get worried, you find a way to reassure me that I'm not. Just as I will always do for you. I don't know if you remember this but the first night you stayed in my room you fell asleep muttering "please don't leave me." Darling there is nothing in this world that could separate me from you. I am with you always and forever.

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rosethornewrites · 3 years ago

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Tuesday-Friday NR, E, & M reading

The usual

Finished

Not Rated:

Parenting is Not for the Faint of Heart, by enbysaurus_rex

Jiang Cheng is raising Jin Ling. Jin Ling really should take karate classes, but learning from your parents isn't something JC wants for Jin Ling. Wen Ning comes with glowing recommendations, and Jin Ling loves him. So does Jiang Cheng, actually.

Explicit:

To Be Loved, by scarecrowstories

Because Mo Xuanyu hadn't been born a man, Wei Wuxian finds himself struggling to feel at home in his new body. Lan Wangji helps him move past some of his insecurities.

A Lifetime of Study, by Tepre

Wei Wuxian said, voice hushed, “Have you never been kissed?”

Lan Wangji didn’t move, didn’t flinch, didn’t indicate that he even heard the question. He had only one memory of lips to his skin: his mother, before she’d died. It was a faint memory. The smell of jasmine, earrings like drops of blood. She’d kissed his forehead, called him her little rabbit. Told him to be good, to go back to the main house.

“By a lover,” Wei Wuxian added, as though he’d followed the exact path of Lan Wangji’s thoughts. He said, “On the mouth.”

Or, wwx finds out lwj has never made out and is like "lol let me teach you tho WHAT COULD GO WRONG" & then like everything goes wrong

a photo speaks a hundred words (but don't ask where that album has been), by frostferox & WulfInTheForest

“I am happy, I’m the happiest,” Wei Ying promises, grabbing Lan Zhan’s hands with his own. “I’m so happy with you, gege, I’m looking forward to today so much! I have so many things I wanna do with you!”

Lan Zhan’s mouth quirks up in a little grin, and Wei Ying finds himself talking just to keep that expression right there, thoughts spilling out of his mouth without his control.

Shenanigans ensue.

With Intent, by KizuKatana (2 chapters)

Lan Wangji had known that Wei Wuxian would not react to him they way he used to: with his whole face lighting up and shouting out "Lan Zhan!" even if they were an entire auditorium apart from each other. But he was still not fully braced for the total lack of reaction from Wei Wuxian other than a temporary stillness and the arching of an eyebrow.

Wei Wuxian did not look away as Lan Wangji approached. Nor did he stand to greet him, much less bow on ceremony. If anything, the man sprawled even more negligently in his seat, watching with quicksilver, unreadable eyes as Lan Wangji approached.

Whoever Wei Wuxian used to be eight years ago, it was clear that Lan Wangji did not know this harder, older version of him.

“Hanguang-Jun,” Wei Wuxian drawled in a greeting that held neither surprise nor warmth. “Surely you must be lost. This isn’t the kind of place for someone as pristine as the illustrious Second Jade of Lan. Especially not at such a late hour.”

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The Burial Mounds is a nightclub in the Cultivation Underworld, run by Wei Wuxian, who has been banished from the mainstream cultivation world. After 8 years of separation, Lan Wangji arrives on a mission and their relationship rekindles.

Mature:

To Cherish You, by Mollshka (CaptainAmelia22)

Finally, after 8 years of trying, Wei Wuxian finds out he's pregnant. And everyone in Gusu becomes Extremely Invested in the baby.

Marked For You, by InTheGreySpaces

Wei Ying knew Lan Zhan loved him. He just didn't know how much. Or for how long.

Unfinished

Not Rated:

You took my face in both your hands, and looked me in the eye, by enbysaurus_rex (2nd in a series)

The follow up to "But to be loved like a song you remember, Even when you've changed" in which we watch them fumble their way around the logistics of building a new domesticity while they solve this case

The Oubliette, by Ruixx

Wei Wuxian never thought being a spouse could be a valid career path. Now married to to the mysterious, quiet Second Jade of Lan he has to learn to navigate through the notoriously strict Gusu Lan clan and make himself home. Unfortunately war looms on the horizon and his enigma of a husband doesn’t seem to have much of a plan other than screwing him senseless. He’s not complaining, really.

The smell of Sandalwood, by sanlangsteponme

Wei Ying can only climb into Dage's lap and let's the alpha scent him. It feels so safe. Like he's being held by family, a brother. He falls asleep before a-sang is back home.

"What happened dage!? Is he okay?"

" He's fine now a-sang. Those Jiang's are still after him it seems. Wei Ying is exhausted. His state of being scares me a-sang."

Nie Huaisang only gritted his teeth and went to prepare a-ying's bed. He'll deal with those bastards later.

Wei Ying gets kicked out after his first heat and the Nie brothers look after him.

Lan Zhan is drinking vinegar in the corner.

Why a notebook slightly hidden under the bed?, by lilpuffs3 (formatting issue the author will hopefully clear up)

Lan Xichen had always believed that his brother had a great life.

He was the second in command of connected and firm enterprise, and had a long good life ahead of him.

Of course, he knew that his brother did feel lonely, and tried again and again to introduce him to people he could like, but it seemed like Lan Wangji simply wasn't interested.

So, what was a highschool notebook, that clearly wasn't Wangji's, under his brother's bed?!

Aka, the one where Lan Zhan and Wei Ying go to the same highschool but loose contact when Wei Ying is disowned by the Jiangs. So, Lan Zhan keeps his notebook, and maybe also his feelings for him.

The Untamed: To Walk in One's Shoes, by YenGirl

It turns out that that old adage of 'To walk a mile in someone's shoes' proves to be the most effective way for three siblings to understand one another. Too bad there's a wedding involved.

Explicit:

A Narrow Bridge, by FrameofMind & Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle)

Once, Lan Wangji made a choice to step aside. Ten years after Wei Ying’s death, he finds a way back to choose again.

Heart of the Beast, by WaitForTheSnitch

“Wei Ying?” Nie Mingjue prompted him gently. “Where are your parents?”

“They went on a night hunt,” Wei Ying said, a bit evasively.

“Your parents are cultivators?” Da-ge asked in surprise. “Did they leave you here while they hunted? When did they go on their night hunt?”

“Four summers ago,” Wei Ying said a bit uncomfortable.

“Four summers ago,” Nie Mingjue repeated. “What are your parents’ names?”

“My mama is Cangse Sanren and my baba is Wei Changze,” Wei Ying told him, and recognition registered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes.

“Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue said, sounding a bit regretful, “Your parents aren’t coming back.”

Or, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang run into Wei Ying while in Yiling and decide to bring him home. And it changes everything.

Imbalance, by blueingaround

In hindsight, Wei Wuxian should probably have known something like this would happen. But he was the first person to really invest so much in demonic cultivation and the only way to find out more about how things worked was to simply try them out. The thing about having to deal with ghosts and often harvesting their anger for power is that you can’t really choose which ones are the best fit, especially when you’re desperate and need all the help you can get.

aka Wei Wuxian has an imbalance of yin energy and can't deal with it on his own bc he doesn't have a golden core anymore, he needs to dual cultivate with someone, but in the middle of a war, he has no time and trusts no one, things escalate from there

The Communication Effect, by draechaeli

If only there was more communication, or the right kind then everything would be all right. Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi might be bad when it comes to talking to each other about the important things, but they are still leagues better then the older generation that use communication like swords: concealing, revealing, and striking as they please for their own gain. From apologies, to misunderstandings, to sieges, to rumours and gossip, to cold wars, to lies, to civil wars, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi navigate the world together once their brothers make sure they’re engaged before the classes at Cloud Recesses are finished.

This fic is finished at 186k in 37 chapters + 3 extras

within the silence, by cherishedpeony (StaySunny)

“I never thought I’d be getting married before I even go on a date.”

Jiang Cheng does nothing to hide his eye rolling and gives Wei Wuxian a healthy shove into the bathroom. “Shut up and stop being so dramatic. It’s not even a wedding. It’s an engagement.”

“How is that any different?” Wei Wuxian looks morosely into the mirror, taking in his reflection in his messy bathroom. “Either way, I’m getting married, before I’ve ever even been on a date! With anyone, at all! Not even Lan—Lan… What’s his name again?”

Jiang Cheng closes his eyes and mouths ‘kill me right now’ before opening them again, an angry look on his face. Really, Jiang Yanli would have been better suited for readying Wei Wuxian for his engagement party but, alas, she’s nine months pregnant and unable to fly into the city. “Lan Wangji. And please, for the love of fuck, don’t forget your fiancé’s name!”

Or, an modern day arranged marriage au featuring pining, jealous Lan Zhan, oblivious Wei Ying, accidental baby acquisition, and a So Done Jiang Cheng

Mature:

Say my name and his in the same breath, by ataratah

Wei Wuxian is used to making a space for himself in places where he is not wanted. It should not surprise him that Cloud Recesses is the same, even if his soulmate is one of the twin jades.

Get it right (this time), by AmiraAlzilu

Death would be a fate too kind for Wei Wuxian. He should pay for every sin he committed.

At least that’s the only explanation he has for this impossible situation. After falling from the cliff he woke up in his 15 year old body, just before his months of study at Cloud Recesses.

So, thinking it was for the best, he decides to disappear when he was supposed to be searching for their lost invitation.

Little does he know someone else came back in time with him.

Break my heart myself, by Sesugi

Lan wangji would not be like his father he had thought. No. Never.

So he let Wei Ying go.

He watched with his heart clenching painfully as Wei Ying, his Wei Ying, walked away. Farther and farther away. Till he and Little Apple became all but tiny smudges of black on the rolling green landscape, before disappearing completely.

"WEI-GONGZI WAS FOUND STABBED WITH A ROPE AROUND HIS NECK HANGING FROM A TREE"

The Jingshi's colours swirled in his vision as Lan Wangji's vision went black, he thought he heard his name being called by a frantic voice. But it hardly mattered.

Nothing mattered now. Nothing at all.

If Plan A won't work, there's a Plan B!, by SplitGirl28

Since discovering the truth about his Dage's death, Nie Huaisang was pissed and dug into Jinlintai considering his brother's unusual hatred of Jin Guangyao that warranted investigation. He discovered schemes that also led to a former classmate's death, his best friend's cornering and murder via weaponized stupid idiots by the Jins...all to have access to Demonic Cultivation in Jin Guangshan's bid for power.

It was then he discovered through his spies that Mo Xuanyu, a boy who resembles Wei Wuxian except for eye shape befitting a Jin, and a rounder face, was yet another of Jin Guangshan's spawn. Taken to Jinlintai a year after his best friend's murder and made to research Demonic Cultivation as he had no aptitude for orthodoxy yet very proficient with it. He spent years befriending the boy on the sly...and made plans.

One won't give him his brother back even if he gets revenge...the second plan will get him what he wants at a huge cost. And this young boy will help him!

An Almost Lan, by shinigami2174

Becoming a widow a couple of weeks shy of her fortieth birthday had never been Yu Ziyuan's plan. It had been so unexpected that she had yet to process that her life and her children's lives had changed for good. Little she knew how their lives would be changed for good.

Madam Yu became a widow, in charge of three young children. Their inheritance is in danger and Jin Guangshan wants to take advantage of the situation. Her best friend presented her with a solution, she needs to get married again with the right candidate. She even found the right candidate for Madam Yu but he doesn't come alone, he is in charge of children too.

Madam Yu marries Lan Qiren and the Lans, the Jiangs and Wei Ying grow up together as siblings.

This is a WangXian story, don't be fooled by the summary ( I suck at them!).

The fault in my core, by luckymoonly

Blood was seeping out of Wei Wuxian’s wound steadily as Wen Qing was finally about to try to extract his golden core without killing him.

Until she saw it. It wasn’t only the pain medication that was altering his core after all.

Bloodsport, by SkullFeather3063

Before Jiang Fengmian could find him an orphaned Wei Wuxian was rescued by Baoshan Sanren. He was raised up in the celestial mountains by people who loved and adored him, looking forward to the day he got to descend and follow in his mother's footsteps.

Confident in his abilities but lost in his knowledge of this new world, Wei Wuxian decided to attend the educational event at Cloud Recesses to integrate himself into the Cultivation World.

Here was where his story began, where love first blossomed, and a new world was forged for the two youths.

This is a story about love and what people will do to get a taste of it...

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #cql #mdzs #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

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atsunflower · 4 years ago

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Rated: SFW

Author notes: *sigh* for the third time the damned app ate up the tags. This one took me too long and I'm excited for write about my man suna again. This is also pretty different from what I'm used to write, but why not? Please enjoy your reading.

Warnings: cursing, substance usage/mentions, break-ups and me trynna be funny.

I – Cancel me.

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He looked at them with expectation as the beats smoothly faded, indicating the song's ending.

If he were to be honest, the pair before him was a pain in the ass, but their opinion was that important because, when it came to music, they were the best at it. He felt no shame nor jealousy in admitting it.

"Dunno, the hook sounds like a Vice headline ta me." The bleach-haired male said, hearring the song's outro blaring through the studio speakers.

"Isn't it a Kid Milli reference, tho?" The other asked while munching a chip. He frowned at them, not understanding their point.

"Whatever. You two are no help anyways." Hearring their bullshit, the brunette already regretted this collab. He paused the queued song, turning to the other two with a blank stare.

The twins before him snickered, knowing they successfully hit a nerve. They couldn't help it, provoking Suna was one of their favorite hobbies.

"The song is good, but I gotta tell ya this butt hurt phase of yers is pretty lame." The faux-blond opened his mouth again, spinning around the studio with the desk chair.

"Fuck you, Atsumu" He snapped, almost giving in to the desire of decking them both on the face.

"Tsumu's right, ya Lil Peep wannabe. Can't believe this break up ended up that bad." Osamu said in mockery, throwing the empty Lay's wrapper at him. He scoffed, disposing the wrapper on the bin before getting back at the screen to look at the FL studio interface.

"It's not that I have a broken heart. I just wanna know what's wrong with my life" He shrugged, blindly tacting over the desk in search of his Juul.

"Yeah Samu, he's just grieving over those fancy ass Dior Jordans. Sunarin is incapable of mundane things like a broken heart." His blond friend was partially right.

Suna Rintaro was many things: alt model, music producer, cloud artist and a decent volleyball player that almost went pro. But if there was something he could never be, it was a lucky man on love matters.

With his fair share of failed relationships, the artist could never pinpoint when things went wrong. It would always be the same: he would meet a girl, they would have a good time and then, the chick would turn out demanding as fuck.

In the end, every single one of them would slap him across the face and leave his life banging the front door shut like crazy — last week, it was Mika who broke things off, but not before setting his limited edition pair of jordans on fire. He would never get over those sneakers.

"Good for him, those kicks were kinda ugly." Osamu said in a bored manner. Suna felt his soul leaving his body.

"The hell, Osamu?" He was ready to fight, deeply offended by the attack at his taste in fashion.

"Yo, you two." Atsumu butted in, checking something on his phone "Y'all are drifting away from our problem."

"That is?" The other brother asked.

"Cheer up Sunarin before he fucks up with the Album." If Suna had the energy, he would kick both Miyas out of his studio "And I gotta the perfect thing. Let's hang out at Akagi's tonight, he just invited us." The already distressed musician felt the soul leaving his body for the second time that afternoon. He was sure both twins wished his death.

"Not a fucking chance. Last time I went there I almost died because of that weird stuff we smoked."

"Aw, Sunarin, Kita'll be there too." The faux-blonde tried to persuade. The mention of their older, responsible and straight edge friend made Suna look at them with interest. But he needed more, though. Based on the last experience, he didn't have the will to risk his life going to Akagi's house once again. A shiver descended his spine as the male recalled how much he threw up that night.

"Suna, man, I gotta agree with Tsumu. Yer feelings are showing in your music." Osamu said as if he was some kind of genius.

"Isn't art about it, tho?" He deadpanned "Expressing feelings and shit?" He asked, staring them dead in the eye. The males before him shivered because of its intensity. Suna snickered.

"Man says art, but most of his songs are about the Nikes on his feet and the Tesla in his garage." Atsumu mocked "What the fuck?" The blonde barely dodged the moleskine thrown at him.

"Don't chew on me when you do the same, asshat. This is called character development." As unnerving the twins were, he felt a whole lot better in their company "Just lemme produce my sad stuff in peace."

"Cut us some slack, ya dumbfuck. We're just worried about ya." Osamu protested " 'Sides, no wonder no girl sticks by yer side. You know what the chicks find sexy? Seizing the means of production, not yer dumb car."

"You two are so la—" The musician was interrupted mid sentence, startled by the blond figure clutching his phone with enthusiasm.

"Oi Samu," Atsumu's loud voice startled the other two, as he excitedly fisted the air.

"What the fuck?" Suna asked, dropping the Juul on the floor.

"She'll be there tonight." The blond said, looking at his brother with a new wave of joy.

"The fuck? She who?" The brunette frowned.

"Ya gotta go and find out, man." The gray haired twin said with a knowing smile, matching his brother's excitement.

The night out felt somewhat draining. The booze, the music and the company were great, but his lack of energy was a mood killer.

Cheer me up my ass, Suna cursed internally as he observed everyone getting wasted all over the place. He grimaced at the sight, realizing the meeting with the twins was enough social interaction for the day.

He didn't know what's gotten into him. The male knew it wasn't necessarily caused by the break up, but he couldn't help the feeling down.

Right now, life just felt lowkey suffocating.

Being a public figure meant being under the spotlights the most of time.

People talked.

People assumed.

Media was all over him, ready to catch a scandall.

And of fucking course his name was on gossip headlines. It even occupied a spot on twitter trending topics for a day or so.

"Fuck me." He said before the lukewarm beer went down his throat.

"Sunarin!" He heard Atsumu shouting from his right "I want you to meet someone!" And only now he noticed the blond had his left arm over a girl's shoulders.

Oh, that's the one they were talking about, maybe? the brunette realized. What's the hype, tho? He asked himself, eyeing your figure.

"[Name], this is Suna. Sunarin, this is [Name], best girl ever and the mastermind behind the visuals of mine and Samu's last album" The bleach-haired male said with a proud smirk, ruffling your hair. You were obviously shy.

How cute, the brunette thought.

"Dumbass, don't embarrass me in front of others!" You nudged the Miya with your elbow "Nice to meet you, I saw your name on TMZ last week—" You said beaming and he grunted.

I take it back. Not cute at all, the man internally screamed, not ready to talk about the recent events. He didn't even want to listen to the rest of your speech, your cheery voice went through his ears in a white noise.

"And this makes me really excited for your album. The interview about the collab with dumb and dumber was lit." You continued, the words were genuine and you seemed really interested "And I also relate on a spiritual level because I know working with them is hell."

Oh, she's talking about the album. He realized in relief.

"Yo, I heard good things about you too. The design of their album was hella sick, even though they two suck ass." Suna snickered when he heard Atsumu protesting. You only left out a giggle, joining him on the teasing.

The blond kept ranting about how bad of friends the two of you were.

"I didn't introduce y'all ta gang up on me. Bye, I'm finding another company. Ya two suck." The blonde Miya said, leaving only you and Suna in the sofa area.

"Uh, so…" He drifted off, trying to start some small talk

"Yeah..." You both giggled at the awkwardness "Not enjoying the night?"

"Too much happening right now. Lots of people talking shit 'bout me." He sipped the beer, grimacing at the stale taste of the drink "Hope they cancel me already. So all this shit dies down." Suna looked away, suddenly shy for opening up to a stranger.

"You're a famous guy and the break-up wasn't that scandalous. It'll be over eventually, just beware the sneaker cult." Your amusement was comfort enough. You didn't make intrusive questions about the events and merely joked it off. He felt so worn out by the situation but, at least, your presence wasn't overbearring.

"How is it everyone knows about the jordans?" You shrugged it off, laughing at the distressed face he mocked. Sighing in relief, Suna couldn't deny how refreshing your presence was. Not to be a jerk, but usually, the girls either were all over him or judged every single move he made. You were just that easygoing.

"Well, I don't think you came here to sulk on the sofa all night long. Why don't we join them by the pool and down some shots?" You hopped off of your seat, pointing to the glass doors. All the boys were waving at you two and suddenly, Suna felt a wave of joy run down his body.

Atsumu was right. Best girl ever.

At some point of the night, everything became about you.

All he could hear was the sound of your voice and all the time, his eyes were drawn to your figure. He couldn't figure out a reason for it, but the rapper wasn't complaining either.

A sharp pang at the side of Suna's head broke the trance he was in. Osamu had a shit eating grin on his face, eyeing the ravenette with amusement.

"We told ya so." The younger twin mused whilst he handed a long neck of vodka to the other.

"Stop. This is dumb."

"Yer dumb. But you ain't that dumb ta dare ta mess with her." The gray-haired Miya squinted at him, menacingly pointing the bottle in his hand at the brunette. The latter shrugged it off, opening his drink.

"Nah, I'm good." And he meant it.

But how could he explain the situation he was in?

Lips and hands wandered over the expanse of his skin. Everything was too hot and too good at the same time. Overwhelming, even.

He wanted more, more and more. There wasn't enough of you.

And if it wasn't unfair enough, his body felt lethargic. He was desperate, but couldn't keep up with the rhythm you imposed. Be it the alcohol or the stress, his body gave up and blacked out, even before you could undress each other.

In the morning after, a pounding headache woke him up. Suna didn't dare to open his eyes, but the morning breath fanning over his face was unbearable.

"I can't believe a cutie like you have a stinky breath like this." The complaint came out in a raspy voice, accompanied by an annoyed grunt.

Someone snickered on the other side of the room.

"Man, I didn't know you had the hots fer Samu." Atsumu was somewhere across the room, laughing at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Hearing the other, Suna's body jolted, dizziness made his head spin in the process. He felt sick in the stomach and the morning light made his eyes sting. "When did I get back here?" The male looked around, realizing he was sprawled over Akagi's floor, right beside Osamu, who didn't even squirm at the loud voices in the room.

"What do ya mean? We never left" Atsumu frowned, uncaping a water bottle he was holding "Ya puked on Kita and passed out. The boys were too wasted ta drag yer sorry ass back home so we all crashed here." The blonde was dumbfounded, trying to figure out how wasted Suna got last night.

Suna wanted to know too. After all, there was no way the events envolving you were a product of his drunk mind.

facts:

• Suna's artist name is yosemite.

• He has a Tesla Model S because of Frank Ocean.

• He takes his Nikes very seriously.

• No, not all of his songs are about the car and the kicks.

• He and the Miya twins got a sports scholarship because of volleyball, but they dropped out of school to make music.

• The three of them created Inarizaki, the label they're making music under. Kita and Aran manage it.

• Both Miya twins are beatmakers and music producers. They recently debuted as artists and now are making a collab EP with Suna, thus Atsumu's concern about the album.

#suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines

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