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You’re so obvious, DAX (Patreon)
#Doodles#SCII#Helix#DAX#The Captain#The girlies are fightingggg :)#Considering how things turned out with Greg and Rose I wouldn't be so confidant DAX ♪#Although ironically it would've worked out better for ZEX if he and the Captain /had/ gotten together#(Probably.....there was The Mutiny and then the execution in We Do What Is Necessary but shhhshhshshhsh)#At least manage to hold off the inevitable! The circumstances are quite different here tho haha#What are they even doing - cleaning up afterwards? ZEX tagged DAX so he could get out of it even tho DAX didn't sing haha#If he had would it have been It's Over Isn't It? :3#I love how shy-but-not Zelnick is with ZEX hehe ♪ He likes him! But at what cost! Haha#I don't think he meant that ''He's into me'' maliciously or anything - not like ''He likes me but not you'' but it could still sting!#DAX even more ruthless from hurt feelings? Oh he'd never <3#Honestly it's kinda sad that I had to cut the scene off so early but DAX knows that he only has so much to offer ZEX as another VUX#He does have a very deep and long-standing emotional and intellectual relationship with him! They clearly love each other#And ZEX takes him seriously in a way that he doesn't with other aliens - especially those he's attracted to#But there's the rub isn't it ♪ One or the other#Only extreme circumstances like - say - DAX appearing like a human get him to change his tune a bit#ZEX's love for DAX is so interesting to me - the way ZEX understands love in general is deeply interesting to me!#They don't see eye-to-eye and never will no matter what and I think that's extremely cool and lovely and wonderful ♫
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Pampérigouste escaped today and I almost didn't make a post about it because it's just more of the same isn't it? do people who read this blog really want to hear about yet another Pampe escape? Then I thought, that's like asking if people who read detective novels really want to hear about yet another mysterious murder. Probably yes. Also Pampe would have been offended to have such a successful escape go unreported.
I would like to say that my new fence is still fully Pampe-proof. She has not escaped a single time through breaking or outsmarting the fence, so now she does it by outsmarting me. Which doesn't happen all that often, because we are intellectual equals. But I let my guard down this morning—I'd just peeled some greenhouse carrots to make purée and I went into the pasture to distribute the peelings even though it was raining (see how I got punished for my selflessness?), and I left the gate open because I was right in front of it, obstructing it with my body.
Pampe dropped her carrot peelings and acted like she couldn't find them even though they were right under her feet, so I took pity on her and crouched down to gather them and offer them to her again (see how I'm getting punished for my compassion??) and she took advantage of this diversion. In the span of 0.2 seconds she slithered around me and she was out. It was a little bit beautiful. I don't know if you remember this photo of Pampe & Pyrgus, but it's a perfect illustration of what happened:
I sighed and ignored her and finished distributing the peelings to the other animals, and then went to the barn to get muesli to lure my nuisance back to her pasture. After escaping she initially ran towards the woods, but since I ignored her the whole time, she emerged from the woods when I returned, like, wait, did you notice I escaped? Behind your back, just earlier? Did you notice how I won and you lost?
It shouldn't have been difficult to get her back into the pasture with the help of her favourite snack; unfortunately Pampoldine is still a big baby who was distraught that her mum had left her behind yet again (she should be used to it, honestly, it's been like this since she was an infant), she started making these little panicky noises that Pampe has never paid any attention to—
—so when I propped the gate open with a branch to get Pampe back inside, Poldine hurried out instead. I wasn't expecting this, I thought it was clear that I had the situation under control and her mum would be back in 5 seconds. You could have just waited 5 seconds, Poldine.
Pampelune had no interest in escaping, but she's the matriarch and where her herd goes, she goes, so once the other two were out she barrelled past me as well. I opened the gate to bring 1 llama in and instead 2 llamas went out. Pirlouit besides me was like
For some reason the llamas galloped towards the road, instead of just hanging out in the woods where there's stuff to eat. Maybe because Pampe hadn't gone out in a long time and she wanted to be admired for her feat. Her wish was granted—2 cars stopped to say hi as I was miserably trotting after my llamas on the road in the rain. One of them was the post office lady who once herded my animals out of a pasture with her car, and she was like hop in, it'll be like old times!!!
The two people who stopped their car were enchanted with the encounter and they both told me that they missed the days when Pampe Sightings on this road were a regular thing. No one sides with my fence in the Pampe v. Fence conflict. I love the post office lady though, she had a Niagara song playing in her car when I got in and a minute later I muttered "I'll sell her to the butcher" and she started singing "Pampe ♪ Je vais devoir te vendre au boucher ♫" to the tune of that song. It fit the tune really well, too.
After we managed to get the llamas off the main road and back in the woods, she was like, godspeed, I wish I could continue chasing them with you but I have to go make lunch for my kids. I told her that now that the llamas were no longer on the road I'd just let them roam, they'll come home before night, no way I'm going to chase after them in the woods in this dog weather. So I went home and grumpily resumed peeling carrots and potatoes for my mash.
I sat in front of the window to do it so I could keep an eye on Pirlouit, who was wandering around the pasture like a cursed soul, drenched with rain, lonely and llamaforsaken. Sometimes he brayed to try and guide his friends back home, wherever they were, but he never brayed while I was filming. His braying is a poignant display of emotion and is not for public consumption.
I figured, if the llamas come back Pirou will spot them and perk up his immense ears, and I'll know to go out and open the gate. Instead at some point I looked up from my potatoes and saw my donkey finally at peace, grazing rather than pacing restlessly, and I went to look outside and his friends were back! And so was his appetite.
I had new peelings + some muesli to offer, but of course Pampe could tell this offering was a crude and blatant trap and refused to fall for it. Meanwhile her innocent daughter was like yay, snacks :) and followed me in the pasture, a llama entirely devoid of wiles.
After I got Poldine back inside I went like WELL since NOBODY else wants that delicious MUESLI I guess these deserving chickens can have it—and Pampe was here in the blink of an eye to shoo the hens away from her muesli.
She was grudgingly smiling about it, too. Like, point for you.
I love this pic where my chicken looks like she's herding the animals back in their pasture all by herself.
Everyone is home! Pampe and Pandolf are walking away in search of new adventures, Poldine follows her mum because of her abandonment issues, and Pirlouit is also following everyone very closely, like, I'm not getting left behind again.
I finally managed to cook my mashed carrots & potatoes (+ herbs from the greenhouse) and it's so nice to make food with nothing but ingredients you grew yourself! (To be completely honest I only managed to grow 3 carrots in the past few months but that's because I neglected them in pursuit of more flashy summer vegetables)
I also had an apple-plum compote for dessert made with my own fruit <3 Okay, the cheese course in between was store-bought. One of my friends really wants me to get goats and be self-sufficient in cheese and when I told her I would be constantly chasing my goats over hill and dale because they have a reputation to be insufferable escape artists she was like, what difference will it make to your life...
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Hi, I really love your work! If your requests are open and if it's allowed, can I request for headcanons of Vox/Val/Alastor/Lucifer with their biological baby w reader?? I'm sorry if this is weird I just die for family dynamics😭😭 like, how would they act, would they be present or neglectful, and that stuff!! Ik it's impossible to have a child in hell but HEY. ITS FICTIONAL. It's really your decision if this is super fluff or super angst, but personally I believe it would be angst because it's hell and they are really famous 😭 THANKU
AUTHOR RESPONSE: First ask but urmmmmmm OFC OFC OFC!!! I’m all in for dis req :3 I feel like i absolutely will eat up Al’s part of this post so stay tuned. Other ones are questionable because idk if it’s OOC or not but…I’m just a girl!! >.< (I’m a genderless dude as you can see from the name ^^) I’m sorry i’m not funny- These might be short btw im rushing a little bit bc i’m trying to start a multi-chapter fix yay awesome but uhhh i’m still having fun with this 💋
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AL, VOX, VAL, & LUCI WITH THEIR BIOLOGICAL CHILD
(and reader that gave birth to em somehow <3)
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PAIRINGS: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, Vox x Reader, Valentino x Fem!Reader (ALL SEPARATE)
SUMMARY: Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, and Valentino are dads now. Aw shucks. (Headcannons)
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. Breeding kink, (obv bc Val is in here), Val mention, reader is female because they literally gave birth to them, mentions of pregnancy, birth, Valentino being a weird fuck, Valentino again, unhealthy duck obsession in Lucifer’s area, Breastfeeding, Cannibalism, physical slaps, everybody being nervous shots but Vox, really rushed, lmk if i missed anything pookie (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
please don’t steal/copy/translate my work. But thanks for liking it, though!!! (๑ᵕॢ૩ᵕॢ)*౨˚ൗ
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-Alastor is 100% nervous at first since he has to be the dad and his dad wasn’t…the best!! ^^
-But also doesn’t want to back away because, I mean, it’s kinda rude to just walk away from your creation that you INTENDED to make real.
-This gentleman’s baby was not an accident, I assure you.
-Alastor would absolutely dangle the baby off the edge of a balcony just to tease you.
-Also tried to feed the baby devil meat to make it a cannibal.
-Suprisingly worked.
-Um.
-He probably got taught to knit by Rosie so if the baby ever needs clothes he’s on it.
-Cradles the baby during his radio show hours, aw, and if the baby ever cries he immediately cuts to a quick song break.
-If both you and Alastor are like completely booked and can’t take care of the baby, he’s giving it to Rosie.
-Rosie can’t? Charlie.
-Charlie can’t? Cancelling all plans.
-He just cares for his bloodline, yeah?
-If the baby ever needs like a chewy sensory toy, he’s going to try and get one that resembles Lucifer.
-Like and apple or a snake OOO A SNAKE NVM
-Snake is better since it resembles two ppl mwuhehehe
-Alastor would be a great girl dad but in general i think he would be rlly doting to them.
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-Oh, you thought Alastor was nervous?
-Oh, you’re so funny.
-‘Cuz Lucifer is QUAKING once he finds out you’re pregnant.
-and expecting.
-…and that it’s alive and out the womb.
-Basicslly all because he wasn’t really in Charlie’s life that much.
-But you told him that this can be a second chance?
-Which made him cry more than he was before.
-Yikes.
-Feeds the baby the most fine meals to ever exist for a baby to eat, even tried to sneak in some wine in its milk bottle.
-Then earned a slap at the back of his head from yours truly.
-You.
-I see him as a helicopter parent at first, but then is just chill once they grow more older.
-But he’s like, devoting his immortal LIFE to this baby 24/7.
-The nursery is themed ducks.
-Everywhere.
-Sometimes you get dizzy when you walk in.
-He even wanted to name the baby duck.
-You slapped him again, of course.
-This man acts like a 8th grade frat boy whenever you breast feed the baby like he just scoots away gagging.
-Another slap.
IM SORRY-
-One time in bed you guys were like getting freaky or sum and then you but his nip
-“Honey…what was that?”
-“That’s just how it feels, Luci.”
-“…What?-“
-“When i breastfeed B/N.”
-“…Ew.”
-“BITCH I-“
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-Bro is so confident in being a dad.
-The first day after the baby was born he cancelled all his special guests on his show just for the baby to be the only one.
-This man is fucking insane.
-Puts this baby on his. advertisements.
-We’re talking billboards, pop-ups, etc.
-Only lets his supervisor babysit the baby when needed.
-Don’t expect Velvette or Val to even step foot near this baby without Vox in the room.
-It’s like a sibling love-hate relationship :D
-Now i wouldn’t say this baby was on purpose…most likely?
-But honestly, it might happen again because he thinks you’re hot pregnant.
-Who said that what.
-Omg who typed that???
-Fuck this is so short uhhh He like puts on child shows for the baby if they sit in his lap.
-But the baby never ever sleeps in the bed you guys share.
-not in a million years.
-Puts those shirts that look like tuxedos on the baby but they’re just printed on.
-Feeds the baby deer meat.
-Has a deer head mounted above the baby’s crib.
-Takes him deer hunting.
-Vox just needs em to learn early.
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-Valentino was “so, so careful” when you guys did it.
-and this baby was 100% and accident.
-obviously you guys couldn’t abortion because like some health reason.
-Val cried that night.
-It was kinda funny that he was crying to keeping a baby.
sorry not sorry
-When the baby is born,
-Oh god should i write that
-Uh
-He’s probably recording.
-Not posting just like…saving it.
-Guys, come on, it Valentino, you should’ve seen this coming.
-Deletes it later though fuck that’s hilarious.
-He starts whining and crying when he sees you breastfeeding.
-“Your wasting the milk, mi precioso, are you kidding me?”
-He’s like in the middle of being a good dad and a bad dad.
-Suprised he made it that far on the scale.
-whenever he’s busy, he gives the baby to some random star and tells them to bring them back by like 10:30 or smth.
-with a coffee order. Very iconic.
-Same idea with Vox and liking you pregnant, and tried to get you pregnant again but you ask him why he doesn’t have a condom on if you don’t have your pills.
-He gets frustrated when that happens lol.
-Can’t wake up the baby!
proceeds to wake them up each night 3 times minimum
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: zomg this was sososo fun to write <3 But it’s so fucking short and i didn’t even realize until i was done. I’m actually so sorry. I still like these headcannons, very humorous, very real, thank you for asking me to make this because this is my first ask i got, i still have exactly 16 more, so ur just a little lucky duck, asker. Support is appreciated! New multi-chapter fix i’m working on might be posted on Friday-Sunday!! Baiiii!!!!
-Genderlessdude92, Kiki
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master list ouuu
#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x wife reader#hazbin lucifer x reader#valentino x reader#vox x reader#hazbin vox x reader#lucifer x reader
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hii!! i found your Vox headcanons and i'm very intrigued! i loved the last two and loved them! i've got a request as well, could you maybe do Vox with a singer! reader? one who sings/hums under their breath whenever they get the chance, or even dance when they think they're alone!
Vox with a singer Reader!
( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫!!
Warnings!: Non!
Fandom!: Hazbin hotel
Author note!: AH HELLO!!! TYSM FOR THE REQUEST PLEASE ENJOY AND FEEL FREE TO REQUEST AGAIN SOON!
Summary!: Vox with a singer reader!
❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️
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“So I come back to my first note
as I must come back to you
I will pour into that one note
all the love I feel for you”
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!📺✨Vox✨📺!
Oh my how this man would be entranced by your small tunes
he’s always found comfort in your voice, even when you were just chattering. But now it’s different, the first time a soft melody escaped your lips, let me tell you, he was hooked ever since then.
He found comfort in your soft hum’s, it was such a calming thing, it was a big difference from the hustle and bustle of the over populated hell. A good one at that, it was an escape for him ♥(⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♥
He’ll always go silent when you’re humming, and you’ll never notice it!. He’ll listen to the soft hum with full attention. Of course he’ll always be careful so you don’t catch on!
he doesn't understand why, but he love’s being discreet when listening to you. Maybe it’s the wya you feel relaxed or let the notes flow more freely from you mouth. He’s not quite sure but he just knows he dose it quite often!
sooner or later though he’ll make it be known that he’s been listening to you. Most likely in a teasing way! Loves seeing you get flustered.
soon he may even join you in your little hums if he knows the melody of the song your humming! It’s always such a love filled moment. Although he maybe, a bit cocky and standoffish here on there he’s always so tender in moments like these. You get to see his soft side in rare and soft moments like these.
Although that doesn’t mean the teasing would stop! He loves teasingly calling you his singing bird, or his Canary. But he also means it in adoring way as well!
Your little songs and voice get stuck in his Tv head constantly, it’s always on loop. He doesn’t Hate it, not at all! But sometimes when you are apart it dose make him miss you.
Whenever he’s about to have a melt down/ lose his absolute shit (Aka he fought alastor once again ( ｰ`дｰ´ ) ) he’ll let his mind put your hums on loop its very much a coping method!, I would say it helps him a good chunk of the time but you might already know the shortness of his temper at times.
if you guys are possible in his living space and in private. he’s all over you, his love for you is watered down in public, but I’m privacy he’s be asking you too hum for him so he could relax! He’d love just to lay down for awhile and only hear you. Just you, no screaming and cussing from the other Two V’s, and no interruptions. As much as he loves building his power and fame, sometimes he needs this to recollect and can get back to working on whatever he was doing with a much more eased mind.(´∀｀)♡
Now! As for dancing and such, he loves watching you glide across the floor with such ease. Whatever dancing or way you move he’ll always find some elegance in it. And as much as he’s into new interventions, and the new “day and age”, he does love to indulge in this old slow dance’s. Look! Hear me out! He’s not old timey, more like appreciates the closeness, and how nice it is to just hold you and slowly dance around the living room, or his office once everyone is out of course!
even if you think no one’s watching he probably is, and as much as he loves to have a certain image of himself to show to the public at all times. He can’t help but put it away when he’s just focusing on you when you guys are alone. He’ll stare at you for how ever long just doting on you in his mind.
sometimes he spaces out cause all he can think of is just you, only you, and trust me the teasing he reserves form Val and Vel is outta this world.
they will never let him live down the time he buffered and glitched because his systems and inner fans were over heating just thinking about you.
if he is every away for business purposes, when he’s sure he’s completely alone, he’ll pull up his phone and dial you up so you can calm him down with your voice. This will NEVER be admitted form him, cause only the lord knows how Val and Vel would absolutely use this against him in a teasingly bullying way. Yea he’ll do everything just so they could shut up. (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)💧
I feel as though even if he’s proud to be with someone with such an amazing voice like you he’d hate to share it. He loves stomping and showing off to other people, but something like this he just wants to himself, he knows it’s selfish, But this is Vox were talking about, he wouldn’t care.
late nights always end up with him or you on one of each others chest as you hum him to sleep. He finds it comforting to have you near and to know you’re next to him!.
and here and there he’d let you sit on his lap or just next to him as he works. You don’t have to hum, but if you do lord knows it helps the man so much he just doesn’t understand, sometimes he thinks it’s genuinely some type of magic because of the way you make him feel so easily calm.
and yes he dose have a recording of your singing but you won’t see it reach the light of hell cause he keeps it for his own use. A bit creepy? Yes!, but somewhat endearing! Hehe..(｡•́‿•̀｡)💧
his love for you is very much unmatched, and as ironic as it is you always seem to make him lose his breath around you. He doesn’t see you as a weakness but in the same vain is terrified at the possibility of losing you, his only comfort. Sometimes he stresses himself out so bad at the thought of people using you against him or you leaving him, he has problems and most of those he’s not willing to admit he has. Even if you’re powerful, and can take care of yourself he still always finds a way to worry sometimes and at times like that you just have to remind him you’re there. Verbally or physically, but you can take a guess at the best way to sooth him
if your comfortable with it!, he’d wouldn’t even put music on when dancing just the two of you humming.
even if your not he still find you graceful call it heart shaped glasses but he’ll always find a way to complement you on the littlest of things.
he could be at a business deal with the nest biggest singer in hell and still he wouldn’t think they could top you in billions of years.
Again revisiting my point where I said he wouldn’t want to share your voice, he most definitely would snap if anyone just barged in his office (cough, Val cough, Velevet, cough!, sorry must be sick or something! ( ๑‾̀ ◡ ‾́)..) He’d kick them out immediately if it wasn’t something of importance (or what he seems to be important)
velvet always teases him by saying he’s up in the clouds ever since he’s met you which… yea you cant defend him there…
may the angels have mercy on your vocal cords cause as you can see you gonna be humming to him most of the time you are alone! ♫꒰ ･‿･๑꒱
Overall! please just hum softly with him and dance with this man! It’s his favorite bonding time. He’d give up everything to hear your voice for the rest of eternity. He doesn’t always show it cause of his status but trust me when I say he’s always and constantly thinking and loving you. And the more you dance softly together and spend nights humming together the more that grows! He loves you to no end. ˉ̞̭(′͈∨‵͈♡)˄̻ ̊…
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THAT WAS SO FUN TO WRITE (♡ >ω< ♡) Vox is so fun to write for! SO THANK YOU TO EVERYONE AND YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING HIM \(^ヮ^)/ I really hope you enjoy! Please request again! :D.
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dance, baby!
park jihyo x choreographer!reader ; fluff, a lil angsty
synopsis: there’s some tension in the practice room, but jihyo comes to realize that you’re actually a simple person with a tough shell to break through.
wc: 6.6k
warnings: cursing ; mentions of smoking/vaping
♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.
a/n: i actually unlocked an old phase from high school with boy pablo while writing this, nothing but good vibes and good times :D
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“go again.”
breathless pants filled the empty practice room as jihyo stood with a slight lean back in her posture with her hands on top of each other, looking at her reflection in the mirror, making sure that every single little detail was fine tuned to perfection.
“let’s run through that one more time before we call it a night.”
jihyo turns around to see you stand up from the couch set in the back corner of the room, almost like coming out of the shadows as you stood next to her, finger on chin while you tried to find something to critique about her dance routine she just performed.
“you were late with the body shift on counts three and four.” you say to her, moving your body to the left before tilting your head upwards and down with your right arm shooting to the right, left hand clutching your chest, dropping to a kneel then standing back up.
“everything else is pretty solid, but again it’s just the small little details that will stick out since you’re the center.”
jihyo internalizes this, keeping this in mind as she watches you walk to the rear of the room, playing back the song on the computer for her to run the routine after a long session that had been going for probably a little over two hours.
the fast upbeat rap song blasted through the speakers and jihyo immediately got back into her element, hitting all of the necessary movements and poses with ease. you watched intently from the reflection of the mirror as jihyo did exactly what you told her to fix, slightly nodding your head as you watched her stomp to the 808s before dropping to her knees for a low movement, shooting back up and ending the same position as before.
jihyo’s pants were more audible now, beads of sweat glistening down on her face, looking over to you holding a thumbs up as she plopped down on the floor, laying flat on her back clearly exhausted.
“good job ji-ji.” you say your trademark nickname to jihyo, a slight smile tugging on both of your faces as jihyo sits back up, handing her a towel for her to use to wipe her face and a the bottle of water for her to drink, watching her recover in a rice farmer squat position with your head at an angle just taking in the sight.
“was that good?” jihyo asks you in between pants.
“good for now, but we’ll see how it meshes up with the others next practice.” you reply to her, giving a hand to help her up, crossing arms after while jihyo places the towel over her shoulder.
“still room for improvement though.”
“yeah, there is.”
you pat jihyo’s shoulder, walking back to the couch to grab you and jihyo’s bag, giving it to her as the both of you head out of the dance room, turning the lights off to finally call it after a long day of dancing.
—
jihyo was a woman of ambition.
being a leader of her dance team was something that she was really passionate about, the many dance members knew this since she was one of the founding people of the entire thing.
she was also an extreme hothead at times with that fireball of said ambition. her flame itself burned so hot to a point where it created a small rift between her and the members—the previous choreographer that worked with her team stormed out one practice after having a very verbal dispute that left jihyo disgruntled after creative differences weren’t met.
that’s where you came in.
you were a world renowned choreographer that had multiple collabs with the hottest groups in the industry. your latest work just happened to be with the grv dance unit, aiding them in two back to back dance titles overseas.
a few board members of jihyo’s dance team pulled some strings to get you over here to try and get everything in shape for the upcoming season—everyone was left in surprise when the girls received the news about their new choreographer that first day.
“i wonder who they brought in to work with us closely for this comp season?” sana says while stretching by doing splits on the floor.
“i heard it’s someone that’s a well known figure in the industry.” momo adds while aiding a fellow friend amy with a forward lunge, pressing down on her back to deepen her stretch.
“maybe it’s-”
“alright everybody in the center!” jihyo yells out, the medium sized group of girls gathered in the middle of the practice room to see the door swing open.
kiel, one of the team’s board members walks in with you just tailing behind, a collection of gasps were heard as you flashed a small smile at the group before stopping right in the center standing in front of jihyo and the girls.
“everyone, this is y/n, she’s our new choreographer that will be closely working with you guys exclusively moving forward.” kiel says, presenting you like a brand new art piece to showcase as the dance team applauded to your small wave.
“i think some people here already know who i am kiel.” you beam, taking off your hat and flipping your hair right in front of jihyo, priming a smirk meeting her eyes before looking to the others.
jihyo still kept her eyes locked on you as kiel explained the projected plan and expectations for the team before seeing himself out of the practice room, leaving you with the girls in the room to get started with the first day of practice with the new dance coach.
“you know my name, you know my reputation, i expect great things from you guys moving forward.” you say, plopping your bag and jacket to reveal an oversized shirt that was slightly tucked in towards one side, putting your hat back on, going to the computer to put on a subtle song to start stretches with.
the music started to play with your back turned to the rest of the members, some of them exchanging smiles with each other before you raised your arm up, snapping your fingers to the beat.
“we’re gonna start with a couple of dynamic stretches first! so follow along after me and five, six…”
everyone in the room snapped their attention back towards the mirror as the first practice officially got underway.
—
an infectious passion to succeed, and a motivation to become the best.
that was the message you preached to the dance team in the real stint of your expertise towards these girls. it was easy going for the first few weeks of learning the new movements of choreo to showcase at the first few comps—pulling away with placements in first thanks to you no doubt, but with jihyo’s levelheaded composure keeping the members focused really helped them enjoy themselves but also stay locked in.
you added more and more difficult movements as throughout the next months during the season, most of the girls could keep up but this was you that they were being taught by, the level and control you had with your body was miles ahead than what the members were accustomed to.
the only few that were able to keep up with your fast paced contorted movements were sana, momo, another dancer in rachel, and of course jihyo.
during one practice, you continued to finish up the team’s performance by blocking, the dance in itself was already up to your standards of envisioning how to bring your creation to life for the final competition of the season. there was still an hour and a half left before the team could head out to rest before the weekend when there was a small hitch that didn’t happen up until the last couple of practices.
after swiftly going through a specific body movement that consisted of a swift motion with a body roll followed by extending the arms out from the chest and over the head, you turned around to see if everyone was following along the same as you, noticing that a few members towards the back row were clearly fatigued. you had already asked them before cleaning the movement if they were alright and persisted that they continued, you knelt down at the front, commanding everyone to go through the choreo as a final check.
once they were done, the girls in the back row weren’t the only ones fatigued, you noticed that everyone was a little bit out of pace. you pouted your lips together since you weren’t convinced that the dance wasn’t up to par yet.
“i think we should go over the last few counts before-”
“can we call a break y/n?” jihyo interrupts you, monitoring her fellow member’s conditions, taking notice of her concern as you stand straight while still kneeling.
you scanned the dance members, clearly spent, some of them have never done your choreo like this to your extent. they’ve only seen it in the videos that you were in for various fun projects, but this was entirely out of their comfort zone.
without having any further objections, you nodded to jihyo—thanking her silently for keeping an eye on her fellow friends and members before you stood up, patting your shirt down and wiping your forehead from the sweat in the heated practice room.
“alright, take fifteen or twenty guys.” the whole room sighing out in relief as some of the people plopped down on the floor to relax. “you guys are doing great by the way just so you guys know.” you added grabbing a small bag from your backpack and exited out the room.
jihyo looks at the clock set in the front of the room, staring at her reflection for a second before doing the same by walking out the room.
—
you sit at a nearby table outside of the practice room, staring off into the open space as your ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching from the left side, realizing that it was jihyo, you motioned her to sit down across from you, mirroring the same leg position like yours, handing her a small lollipop that was from your cute little handbag.
the dance captain unwraps the lollipop from its paper prison, noticing that it was a red cherry flavor, she looks at you with a perked eyebrow. you pulled the lollipop from your lips to show jihyo that it was the same color as the one that you gave her.
you point to a sign on the corner that showed a cigarette with a red circle over it, jihyo slanting her head with a slight bit of confusion.
“can’t smoke in here, would be a bad thing for me to do anyway.” you say, popping the lollipop back into your mouth as jihyo does the same.
“was i being too much today?” you ask jihyo, making eye contact with her as you slouch on the seat.
“a little y/n, but i think we’re gonna be okay. today’s blocking was a little too overwhelming for some of the girls.”
“sorry, just wanted to be ahead of schedule a bit, that's all.”
“you’ve done a great job already for your first year with us.” the dance captain reassures, pulling the lollipop to examine the chocolate core in the center through the piercing light coming from the hallway.
you softly smile at jihyo’s state as she returns her gaze on you, looking slightly down to avoid making eye contact. jihyo however, sees the waves of light emitting from your eyes, you did have a tendency to doze off with your eyes open during rehearsals as she saw them to be inviting, heartbeat increasing slightly as she gulped down the imaginary lump in her throat.
“i do like our small conversations after practices or in our free time.”
“about?”
“anything, it’s always a nice calm conversation with you.”
you scoff into a chuckle, taken off guard by jihyo’s sincerity as you stand back up to head into the practice room.
“we can definitely talk more nonsense once we’re done.” you say to jihyo with a pointed finger as she smiles at the sight of you walking back to the door.
park jihyo didn’t realize at the time that she had already surrendered herself to your charms.
—
you and jihyo had engaged in small conversations either before or after practices throughout the season, but once the final weekend had rolled around with the team walking out as runner’s up in the community, it was a strong result for the end of the first tenure with working with jihyo’s dance team.
those conversations went on for longer, and it even turned into fun sessions just messing around in the practice room getting ideas for potential new projects and dance covers. jihyo learns a plethora of things about you; being a motorbike owner, coming from decent middle-class parents, and even being born overseas but moving back here after your third birthday.
you learn that jihyo herself had been in the dancing community for as long as she could remember. her father was a world class dancer working under jam republic at the time she was little, (she showed you a picture with the team one practice that left you teasing how cute she looked one coffee hangout) she was a former trainee with experience but realized that she can make a living by building a brand for herself, which she did and it was damn successful.
of course, jihyo was thankful to have you as an additional person to talk to about these kinds of logistical things, since it would be an overload that she would eventually have to let out every now and then, but you’d always listen.
you two would spend the little windows of time doing whatever, whether getting coffee, meeting with the board members to talk about how the program is doing for the yearly quarters, and even getting the dance team to collaborate in various events with other big name celebrities.
jihyo would talk to you about almost everything, from her life to her struggles.
keyword almost.
she didn’t know how to tell her feelings about you that she’s been keeping to herself for a while because she would be worried that you might not feel the same way. she liked how you and her have grown to be close friends in a work-related matter, but she was already way past that to no return.
—
the second year of you working exclusively for the dance team had a fair share of troubles and triumphs. new and old faces returned in the ranks, and you strived to raise the bar even higher as the dance team was defending champions in the region.
a big upset happened in the first regional competition where you guys placed second, losing to yg, the former team that you had worked with before switching over to jihyo’s team. that first practice back since that shocking weekend, you let the members hear your flared out rage which even surprised jihyo the way you lectured her and the other people in the group on your expectations from her on out.
jihyo’s fire of ambition had spread to you.
most of the practices from her on out would return to normal, but with a newfound purpose to succeed as you made the choreo more and more sophisticated and difficult, knowing that it was very doable and possible as long as jihyo was leading them in the right way.
then things started to take a turn for the worst.
one day, there was a dispute during practice between two of the members on a break. wendy and amy were in an argument as the rest of the team crowded the two of them when you and jihyo walked in the practice room.
“i won’t be on the team with this two-timing cheating bitch!”
everyone gasped in surpise when those words were uttered from wendy’s mouth, storming out the door and slamming it, only to be followed by amy’s sobs as she fell to the floor, comforted by momo.
jihyo looks in shock at the girl on the floor before setting her eyes on you, with a solemn expression written on your face. you and jihyo were able to talk about anything, but there was one shell that she couldn’t get past with you and that was your love life—you didn’t want to brush on the topic often when you did talk with jihyo, but there was a rift there that was holding jihyo back from ever getting closer with you.
“everything okay?”
jihyo’s voice breaks your train of thought, siting beside you while the other members were on the two couches on the other side exchange light-hearted conversatsions with small laughs.
“yeah,” you mutter, sipping your owala bottle with a quiet sipping sound through your lips. “just surprised with the drama before starting just now.”
“i never had a policy about relationships as long as they didn’t affect the team overall.”
“well consider this to be the first time for you then.” you say sternly, jihyo puzzled with your harsh tone.
“so you’ve dealt with this before.” she observes, reading your face and eyes with so much ease, you glance over to meet hers before looking toward the other side of the room again.
“i’d prefer to keep my dating life separate, but there is…something that wants me to change that.”
jihyo listens closely, like a green flag telling her that she should try prying more into your life deeper, but she doesn’t want to cut all of the wires within you at once, moreso one by one, breaking down that wall you’ve built over the years of turmoil.
she opens her lips, closing them after, holding back to speak about htis another time. for now, jihyo has to make sure that everyone is all good despite the drama that had just occurred.
“say, sana and that one other person seem to have something going on in the team also. i saw her enter the practice room before leaving the other night.”
“relationships are a dice roll, if you’re lucky enough and play your cards right, you win the odds.”
jihyo really wants to try rolling the dice with you, but it isn’t the right call for her to step up to the table just yet and bet on herself.
—
the more jihyo fell in love with you, she starts to have her own internal conflict as well.
she’s admitted to having a sort of crush on you to herself, but she’s worried of the dynamic that she would ruin with you, so she stays silent.
stealing glances at you, a longing for your feelings to be the same as hers, it didn’t kill her enough just yet, but the more she kept looking at you with so much care in her eyes, it was crushing her from the inside.
she has to lead, its all she ever knew how to do. she cared for her fellow dance team members, but you were something that jihyo saw from her telescope—a dying star that needed to be seen and cared for.
you and her comforted each other in the hours after regular practice, jihyo listening to your universe of creative ideas and the direction of ambition that you want to make with the team moving forward. long term wasn’t an idea that you had messed around with, but the way jihyo and the other dance members took your instructions–willing to follow your creativity with so much determination and passion, you couldn’t ignore it.
despite jihyo harboring her feelings and you didn’t want to open up an old wound that would unravel into unbearable pain, it was clear you two had one thing to agree on—the both of you will see it through with each other.
—
drained. that was the perfect word to describe you right now.
the team had a whirlwind of people move in and out of the team because of various reasons, but the main point breaking was amy collapsing on the floor—dazed like she hadn’t eaten anything in days.
jihyo checks on her as the other members gather around for their fallen member, laying her properly on the floor and raising her head up to ensure that she was still breathing fine, eyes swollen and puffy from crying—this was not good.
amy’s breakup with her ex-girlfreind wendy for another woman was bad, it had taken a toll on her mental health to the point that you and jihyo were going to lose an integral part to the of the blocking phase if she couldn’t get her act together.
you cringe at the sight, clearly unimpressed as you storm out the room, jihyo looks at the other members, waiting for their approval as they nodded, following you right after to see where you went.
she spots you on the hood of your car, e-cigarette in hand, puffing an air of blueberry flavored vape out into the atmosphere. jihyo stands square with you, arms crossed as you hang your head down, biting your lip as you tried to find the words to say to her.
“we need to make a judgment call.”
“no, you need to tell me what’s going on with you.”
“ji, i told you this already. i don’t–”
in a quick motion, jihyo claws your shoulders, shoving you to the door of your car, inciting anger in you as well, clearly off guard while the dance leader was almost at an end too. “jihyo, what the fuck?!”
“you’re always so smitten whenever you see couples, whenever it’s here or outside the dance room!” she yells at you, nails digging into your shoulders, pushing them off, still not making eye contact with her whatsoever.
“why are you so pissed off about what i think?”
“because you’re a fucking blank page about it y/n! i don’t know how you are when it comes to things like that!”
“maybe because i choose to be that way for the sake of my own heart!”
jihyo was on the verge of tears, anger boiling through her hands—she really wants to slap you, but she can’t. your face was too neatly defined to be ruined by some petty act that you were displaying, so she sighs out, receding her previous attack on you, eyes gleaming apologetically.
“i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay, you’re just as angry as i am.”
she sets herself next to you on the car door, shoulders meeting, scratching her head trying to gather her thoughts before calming her heart rate. you take another inhale of your vape, blowing out air as jihyo stares at you, side profile in all, the way the smoke passes through your molded, soft lips before staring up to the sky.
“i’ll tell you this, i’m not good at relationships.”
jihyo quirks her head at the new revelation; an opening of you that showed the trust beneath it.
“never was since high school, or college for that matter. so i just kind of focus on my own thing, not giving an ounce of thought of being with someone that matters so much to me.”
jihyo then remembers you saying that you want to change something about your stance on the dating life, but keeps her lips pressed together, lending her ear like the countless times she has before, peering into your eyes as the glint in them was more dim than usual.
she places a hand on your shoulder, providing comfort and proud that you were able to finally chip away the wall that you put up so high for yourself, only letting it down for just jihyo, just this once.
“you can tell me more later, but we have a practice to finish.”
—
after that day, things quickly returned back to normal. you and jihyo agreed to give amy some time off to recover from the whole drama-induced incident with wendy, ensuring that she could take as long as she needed before coming back to practice regularly.
the next slew of competitions were a breeze, they weren’t the same results like the first year, but the team kept placing high with yg taking most of the first place trophies. results were always the end product, but you were more focused on ensuing that jihyo and the team would succeed and be happy rather than vying for a simple plastic trophy that had no real meaning.
jihyo listened to you about your past experiences with relationships, some of them were better with others, but you knew your standards and there’s a hint that you didn’t catch with jihyo. you were quiet and straightforward, jihyo was the opposite. you were all for that genuine love and jihyo was the same. jihyo had been stealing glances at you working and you yourself were doing the same. so why hasn’t anything happened between you two past the barrier of said close friendship?
there was one incident that you didn’t tell jihyo and she would witness it herself.
it was a practice day on the weekend, and jihyo had a meeting with kiel and the other board members to talk about plans for next year’s trip to compete in los angeles. it was just a brush on the event and everything would be sorted out in due time, but jihyo stopped by the room to see if you were there early, hoping for a quick word with you about anything, but the room was dark.
instead, she hears a laugh of a girl walking out the door of the studio, catching the last of your foot and hand walking off to the right side. jihyo, the curious girl that she was, decided to see where you were heading. she peeps her head out the door to the right and sees you talking to someone. the girl that was standing across from you was unfamiliar, probably another person who was using the studio as well or maybe a close friend from one of the board members.
but the next thing she sees just shatters her whole being instantly.
the girl wearing the cap leans forward, pressing her lips on you. jihyo’s mouth drops, covering it up after as her whole body feels numb. a pit brews in her stomach as she steps away inside, trying to erase the image of you kissing the girl from her mind, propping herself against the wall of the hallway to stablize herself.
you and her had grown close to be friends, but now jihyo’s developing crush had suddenly tanked after what she had just seen. she grits her teeth, fighting back tears, knowing that your heart that she thought was hers, actually turned out to be for another woman’s.
that same practice later, jihyo had seemed to be completely out of it. her movements were sluggish, her expressions weren’t as bright as they were before. you couldn’t keep your eyes off her throughout the routine. you stopped midway through the song as the other members are left in confusion to check on her.
“hey, everything okay?”
a lump forms in jihyo’s throat, the memory still fresh in her mind, but in classic park jihyo fashion, she plays it off no problem.
“yeah, just tired.”
you lean back not convinced, standing up to the computer again before instructing everyone to start at the top of the midsection of the second song. you scan the members, the movements were good, all of the choreo that you had come up with was cleaning itself, the synchronization was spot on, but there was one problem again—jihyo.
you stopped the music at the end as everyone dropped down clearly tired. you knelt down to jihyo as her long hair and wispy bangs coversd half of her face.
“jihyo, be honest, are you really okay?”
jihyo stays silent for a second, “i’m fine, y/n, really.”
pouting your lips together, you notice that it has been a little over an hour and forty-five since practice started, long overdue for a break. “okay let’s take ten everyone!” you look down at jihyo again who picked herself up, noticing a slight puff in her left eyelid that looked like she had been crying for a bit, but you decide not to ask.
jihyo could’t get that image out of her head of the girl's lips pressed with yours, it tormented her. she knew about your relationship experiences already since the amy incident, but she was hurt that you didn’t tell her about that girl earlier. it kept running questions in her mind that needed answers.
after the break, the next thing taht was on your agenda was cleaning a solo section with a few members in pods, so this meant that the others could focus on other parts of the routine. for jihyo, she kept watching you instruct some of the newer members, posing their bodies to the proper movement that you had envisioned.
jihyo could all but wish that it was your hands on her body, posing with every movement, matching it against the reflection of the mirror, praising you good job once the had the counts down. it killed her on the inside, and she had to endure it for the remainder of the practice.
—
sana noticed this once practice had ended and they were packing up for the night.
“everything okay with you jihyo?” the slightly taller girl asks her, wrapping her arms on jihyo’s shoulders.
“yeah, just tired that’s all.”
“so what about your crush on y/n?” momo adds in, poking jihyo in the stomach, forcing a needed laugh out of her.
“what are you talking about? i don’t have a crush on y/n.”
“someone’s lying.”
“am not.”
“sure you are, it’s all over your face.”
“i don’t know about this mo,” jihyo then says. “she’s amazing and all but i-”
“ji-ji!”
jihyo hears the nifty nickname you coined for her, turing around to see you with a soft smile, waving at the other girls besider her, folding your hand signaling jihyo to come over to you.
sana pats jihyo’s shoulders, relaxing the tension from her muscles before sliding her hands up her neck.
“i think you have a shot jihyo! she’s calling you over.” sana giggles while momo coos in her funny high pitched voice.
jihyo shrugs the duo off as she walks over to you, returning the same smile that you flashed from a distance which was now closer to look at. she hated how effortlessly pretty you looked by doing the most simple things.
“hey, what’s up?”
“are you free right now?”
jihyo pauses for a second, before nodding her head.
“wanna have karaoke with me? my house is getting some work done so i can’t go home just yet.”
no answer from jihyo still, staring at your lips as the image from earlier pops back in her head again. it was annoying, but she had to get over it quickly.
“sure, let me get my bag first.”
—
the karaoke place was just a few miles down from the dance studio, much more like a quick seven minute drive just down the street really.
you and jihyo walk into the dimly lit place, rooms were already occupied filled with laughs and loud music, and a very terrible attempt of someone covering the fast verses of rap god. getting the room that you paid for and setting your bag on the edge of the u-shaped couch while jihyo scooted herself to grab the song book, browsing through the pages trying to find something that she could sing.
refreshments came after, a simple jug of water along with fries and popcorn chicken that you started digging into as jihyo watches you eat away, prompting her to do the same as she took a singular fry from the tray.
“you sing?” you ask jihyo, nodding your head to the menu music of the catalog on the television.
“every now and then, usually at home.”
you sip your glass of water, looking at the screen to see a song to choose when you finally select one. the song starts to play through the speakers. the upbeat, indie song starts with th riff of a guitar that seems bright for a sunny day–like coasting through the road near the ocean with the rooftop down on a convertible.
jihyo listens to this genre regularly, but then she’s caught off guard when you start to sing.
i’m sitting alone, nobody to hold
the people in here are crazy
faking a smile now, been here for a while now
i’m fed up with this, i just wanna go home.
but damn that girl
set me up with her ~
jihyo is watching you in shock, you lost in the melody of the song, clutching the mic with a small space created by your first two fingers to ensure that you weren’t pressing your lips against the metal head.
your voice was heavenly to listen to, much in contrast to your usual tone when giving jihyo or the other dance members instructions. there’s a break in the chorus, and your voice escalates more.
dance with me, baby, dance with me, baby
let’s get lost right here
dance with me, baby, dance with me, baby
under the chandelier
dance with me, baby, dance with me, baby
don’t turn me down for her
what does she have that i don’t
i could give the world to you if you turned her down for me ~
you got lost in the music, and jihyo got lost staring at you, she had failed to pull her eyes away for the tneirey of the song. letting everything out of feeling with the song, the emotion you carried, another charm for jihyo to be roped into.
handing the mic to jihyo, she selects a similar song from the same artist you just covered, impressed with the choice as you gasp in awe.
“ready / problems, good choice.”
jihyo smirks as the songs starts playing, now it was your turn to watch your dance leader serenade you with a sad, mellow song that was the total opposite of yours.
—
after screaming your lungs out to multiple songs in the span of an hour, you and jihyo sat in the center of the couch, heads leaning on each other as you picked a song to play—not to sing but rather background noises as you just enjoyed the time you were spending with jihyo currently.
“i wanted to ask you about something y/n.”
you lean your head to the left, cheek brushed up in her hair as you hum out in response.
“i didn't see you in the room before practice earlier. what was that about?”
you pause, realizing that jihyo had noticed your encounter with the person from earlier, you were going to tell her, but jihyo had been in a terrible mood for most of the day as it is, so you decided to wait until she’d get over it—which she didn’t until bringing it up now.
“oh, um…” your words getting caught in your tongue, “just showing someone around the studio while the meeting was happening. why do you ask?”
jihyo pouts her lips, the same fashion that she had been notoriously known for doing whenever she’s uncomfortable about something. “nothing, just wondering since i saw you walk out without saying hi to me.”
“ah, yeah i was just seeing that person out that’s all.”
silence fills the room again, the faint versace on the floor-esque beat faintly playing in the background form the speakers.
“are you sure nothing else happened?” you ask her again, no answer from jihyo.
you sigh out, realzing that you can’t keep this act up forever and you surrender the lie, “alright, that person you probably heard or saw was my ex.”
jihyo’s ears perk up after you mumble that sentence up, sitting upright as you put an elbow on the table, rubbing your temple.
“i was going to tell you about it, but i didn’t think that she’d kiss me.”
“who was she?”
“her name was lexus, and her and i have history.” you mutter, groaning as your head hits the wall behind you.
“why’d she come by the studio?”
“i don’t know, it’s all confusing to me, but we ended things a long while back. she said she missed me.”
“and do you miss her?”
“no, i don’t.” you say, looking at jihyo with pleading eyes, not wanting to ruin this thing that you built with jihyo for two years.
“i’m sorry ji, this is exactly why i said i don’t really do well with relationships.” you say, clasipng her hand on the seat, eyes down in defeat and worry that you had messed things up from the get-go from today.
jihyo sympathizes with you not telling her, understanding that you weren’t comfortable about things like these, a soft smile tugging at her face as she rubs your hand with her thumb, comforting you with a hand on your back.
“i understand y/n, you just need someone to help you figure out your feelings.” jihyo says this, setting a small plan–an impulsive plan, but something that she’s been wanting to do for so long now.
you look at jihyo with a small confusion in your face, gazing into her eyes with so much intent, the feeling was reeling you in along with her, but you couldn’t figure out what it exactly was.
leaning close, gravity closing you and jihyo together. the breaths become shorter and your eyes are trailing down to her lips. the r&b music setting the mood right and suddenly the air feels different–like new.
“you saw something else, didn't you.” you mutter, lips inching closer to jihyo’s.
“maybe.” she says before finally closing the invisible barrier in between.
and you two lock lips.
it’s slow, the song in the background really urges you to take your time and just enjoy the moment. jihyo’s lips were so soft—perfectly fitting yours with so much care. you didn't want to stop as you chase for hers, increasing the frequency of kisses in a matter of kisses. you lean forward as jihyo places her hand on the back of your head, laying her down with you on top of her, placing a hand on her cheek as you two get lost in time.
once pulled away, you and jihyo’s heart skip a beat together, a feeling that you want to keep happening over and over and over again, it was too unreal to not keep going.
“bet she didn’t kiss you like that.” jihyo sighs out as you giggle softly at the jab at your ex.
“no, definitely not like that.” you mumble before letting your head drop for another quick peck before it trails over to more kisses all over you and jihyo’s faces.
it was all so adorable for you to finally give in your tough shell, allowing jihyo to ease everything with a new blossoming relationship between you two underneath. it was a long two years coming, but this made jihyo excited for what’s to come with you at her side.
once your hour and a half karaoke session was up, you and jihyo got your things together before leaving the room, jihyo pressing you against the open door frame leading into the hallway.
“what was that song that was playing in the background while we kissed? it was cute.”
“uhhhh, i think the title was same dream, same mind, same night by this band called seventeen.”
jihyo stands on her tiptoes, locking lips with you again, humming at the contact through your mouth, savoring every last bit before someone notices you two.
“i’ll remember that song for us.” jihyo mutters, smiling against your lips before pecking you again, pulling away after.
#twice x reader#twice imagines#kpop x reader#twice jihyo#saiiidahyunee#park jihyo#jihyo x reader#jihyo imagines#twice fluff#jihyo fluff
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♫ Guitarist! Matt ♫ Head-canons
pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader
warnings: sfw, fluff, brief mention of blood
summary: what it’s like to date matt when he’s a guitarist!
notes: first actual post so bear with me if it’s lowkey ass. thinking about making dummer!chris head-canons so lmk if you’d like that!
dialogue color guide!
pink: you blue: matt
WC: 790
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♪ takes his practice VERY seriously. he usually practices with chris in his room when they wanna learn a song together but if he’s not in his room, he’s chilling with you in y’all’s room.
♪ he would spend hours on end attempting to learn a single song or riff. (especially if he’s learning one of your favorite songs or if you gave him a recommendation. he wants to give you the best yk) you have to force him to take breaks sometimes because he just refuses to stop until he gets it perfect.
“baby, I think you should take a little break. you seem a little too worked up over this.”
“i’m almost there! i just need to get this riff down.”
♪ you’ve had to take the guitar away from him when he was playing so much to the point that his fingers were bleeding. he ends up putting up a fight every time and reassures you that it doesn’t hurt at all.
“matt, blood is on your strings. how does that not hurt?”
“it’s natural, love! i’m used to it, don’t worry. If i was in pain, i would’ve stopped by now.”
“let me clean your fingers up at least.”
♪ he then allows you to drag him to the bathroom to help clean up his fingers. winces every time your brush over the blisters with rubbing alcohol, which earns a light scolding from you telling him that he should pay more attention to what he’s doing.
♪ gets so excited when you tell him that you wanna learn. he doesn’t allow you to find another guitar teacher since he’s right there.
♪ when he’s teaching you, you’re sitting on his lap with his guitar on your thighs. he takes his hand in yours and gently walks you through each chord. (uses this as an excuse to hold your hand)
bonus! gives you a small kiss on the neck or cheek whenever you strum a chord correctly. he loves to see you get flustered when he does it.
♪ you stay up with him pretty late to watch him play. you often fall asleep when he plays slow songs. shits just so calming.
♪ you enjoy kissing him on the lips, forehead, and cheek when he successfully plays through a song he’s been struggling with as a little reward. the faint blush on his cheeks that follows is absolutely adorable and you tend to tease him a little about it.
♪ you’re his no1 fan when he records covers for his instagram and tiktok. when he finally posts the cover, you’re the first to hype him up and comment on how amazing he did. (the fans adore how supportive you are)
♪ when he’s in a clingy mood and needs to practice, he’s lying against you while you sit up or sitting on your lap. as he plays, you card your fingers through his hair, massage his scalp, and rub his shoulders. he gets so relaxed by your touch that he ends up ditching his practice to nap against you.
“what about your practice? you’ve been complaining all day that you need to get this song down before tomorrow.”
“too tired, it can wait. can you keep going please? i love when you play with my hair.”
♪ enjoys when he asks for a kiss every time he plays something correctly. even if he already had the song down, he demands for a kiss from you to keep him “motivated.”
“please love? just one more kiss.”
“baby, i played the riff right. don’t you think i need a little reward?”
♪ when you’re struggling to fall asleep, he plays a soft tune on his guitar to lull you to sleep. it works EVERY time.
♪ you love going to the music store with him and watching him geek out over guitars. (y’all end up leaving with him buying a new guitar and gear)
♪ you comment on how you think a certain guitar is pretty? he’s buying it right then and there and is playing it until it breaks or you say another one is nice.
♪ you find this hobby of his SO attractive. like yes, you deeply enjoy listening to him play but watching how his long and slim fingers dance once the fret and strings just causes you to freak out a little. you’re a mess when he’s in an all black outfit and is lazily strumming his guitar. he just looks so good ?!? (he ends up teasing you when he catches you staring at him with rosy cheeks)
♪ sometimes plays so loud to the point that nick has to yell at him to turn it down before they get another noise complaint.
#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo#matt x reader#guitarist! matt#matt sturniolo headcanon#chris sturniolo#chris x reader#chris sturniolo fanfic#nick x reader#nick sturniolo#nick sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo fluff#sturniolo fandom
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‧₊˚ ┊When the Stars Embrace the Moon
♡⸝⸝ Makoto Yuki x gn reader
♡⸝⸝ wc: 2,413~
𝄞 ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ Song inspiration: Tek It I End of Beginning I Ghost I When the Moon’s Reaching Out Stars I
♡⸝⸝ Warnings: Angst with a happy ending & depictions/implications of intense feelings of grief. Major Persona 3 Reload, Persona 3 FES, and Persona 3 FES: The Answer ending spoilers. Also mildly spoils some character stories regarding Persona 4 Arena and Persona 4 Arena Ultimax. I wrote this with Persona 3 FES in mind as I have no intention of playing Persona 3 Reload.
♡⸝⸝ Pillow Talks: This is what happens when you get too emotionally attached to a fictional character lol. The way this ends is not only my way to cope (lol) but because it’s heavily implied in Persona 4 Arena, as well as Persona 4 Ultimax, that Elizabeth is doing something that will result in a change. In PersonaQ (I have yet to finish it), even Margaret knows something will occur regarding Elizabeth but she must refrain from speaking of it. It is unknown whether this will result in Minato coming back, and of course many have mixed feelings on if he did come back and how that would impact the meaning behind his death. I’m interested to see what Atlus has planned regarding Elizabeth (after they make their 10th Persona 5 spin-off). Personally, Minato is my favorite fictional character of all time so I want him to come back. Anyway, I digress; I hope you enjoy. <3
♡⸝⸝ P.S: I have to clarify I made a magnificent reference to my fav song from Persona 3 FES, “When the Moon’s Reaching Out Stars” with the line, “It soars to the sky, to cast its adoring gaze to the moon as it rests amongst the stars.
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A warm hand intertwined with mine.
The blazing sun bathes his figure in an ethereal glow as beautiful pink petals fall from the trees above.
Yet the ephemeral scene fails to capture my attention; I fear my hands are sweaty and it’ll only be a moment before he takes notice.
A subtle glance his way is all it takes for me to capture his attention. Albeit one eye is obscured by his bangs, the tender emotion that lies dormant within his irises comes alive as they meet mine.
He’s silent, an action that isn’t unusual for him. Despite this, the vibrant sounds of life swarm around us and fill my ears with an everlasting ethereal tune. His hand squeezes mine, so softly it’s almost imperceptible.
My lips betray my trust as they curl upwards, and my voice divulges my secrets as an elated giggle escapes its confines.
His voice follows suit; our voices intermingle to create a melodious harmony that turns the heads of passerby.
The air smells of cherry blossoms and hope. Hope that we carry together, kept safe between our pressed palms.
The air around us stirs with a subtle whoosh.
♪ ♫
This is a fond memory of mine.
୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°
He rolls his eyes.
I pinch his nose.
He frowns.
I smile.
“Will you two get a room already?” A familiar voice rebounds off the walls of the dorm, and our companion voices his agreement.
“Yeah, you two can be pretty insufferable when you act like this.” My eyes turn to glare at said companion to find his lips wearing a mischievous grin. “Just like you and Chidorita?” My smug comment alights his face in a burning flame, and Yukari fails to stifle her amused laughter.
“Yeah yeah, laugh while you can now!” Junpei’s voice echoes around the room. “Your face is as red as Chidori’s hair, Junpei-san. Do you need medical attention?” Aegis monotone voice drifts into our ears.
Obnoxious laughter follows from everyone in the room.
Excluding Junpei, who huffs in annoyance before storming upstairs. There’s no doubt that he’s sulking in his room.
I finally return my gaze to my favorite portrait, to resume admiring its beauty.
However, the painting now stares back at me, a tender (find synonym) expression etched onto its features.
My heart skips a beat, similar to the way children skip as they play hopscotch.
His smile reflects the warmth in my heart; it’s an outward reflection of the love that fills my soul, only to pour from my fingertips with every gentle caress against his skin.
This memory moves me to tears.
These tears stain his used pillowcase, the one I have yet to wash since his scent desperately clings to the fabric.
I miss him.
୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°
Koromaru barks as he runs ahead. I glance at him beside me, his hands stuffed faithfully in his pockets.
It’s a chilly night, but the cool wind makes me feel alive. It roots me to the present moment, and for that I’m grateful.
“Yuki…”
Leisurely, he lifts his head, and his eyes meet mine.
I hold his gaze, and he makes no effort to break away.
“I love you.”
The words escape my lips in a borderline inaudible whisper, my voice oozing with the love I carry for him deep in my soul.
His eyes widen a fraction, clearly taken aback.
We’ve spent many nights together like this, whether it’s walking koromaru, singing our hearts out at karaoke, or even spending quiet nights studying in the dorm together; my heart has grown to yearn for his presence beside me.
Despite this, I’ve grown fearful of becoming too attached. Makoto isn’t someone familiar with emotions like these, not from what I’ve gathered from the time we’ve spent together.
Although.. These past few months I’ve seen a change within him. A slow one, like two friends who yearn to confess to each other but remain paralyzed with fear of rejection.
It’s a change that presents itself in his smile, the laughter he fails to hold back at our antics, the concern that’s etched in his furrowed brow when one of our teammates gets knocked down in Tartarus.
It’s a beautiful change. It’s grown to be something I want to protect.
Yet, my mouth has a mind of its own, and it’s spilled my most precious secret to him.
I wait with bated breath for his response.
Could this be the end of our friendship? Have I just ruined the bond we’ve formed, the bond that has brought color back into my dull world? Will he reject me? Will-
“Close your eyes.” My feet stop moving. I hear Koromaru up ahead, his happy barks indicating he's found something he wants to show us. Yet, my feet remain rooted to the ground.
My body acts on my internalized feelings as my eyes swiftly close shut at his command.
It’s silent.
Time continues to march forward despite my wishes.
As it always does.
This time, it’s in my favor, as I feel a soft pair of lips delicately brush against mine; lonely and yearning.
My hand rests upon his cheek as my heart flutters from my chest.
It soars to the sky, to cast its adoring gaze to the moon as it rests amongst the stars.
My heart is finally home.
just as my physical body feels at home in his arms.
He pulls away, and I open my eyes.
My heart is reflected within his gaze, and the change that I’ve grown fond of presents itself once more; He leans in for another kiss.
Koromaru barks.
The universe embraces me, and it gives me the happiness I’ve always yearned for.
This memory reflects the meaning of eternity; my feelings regarding the term ‘forever.’
This memory will remain.
It will always bring me happiness.
Despite this, he is not here in my arms, as he’s now bound to a door.
To watch over us all, forever; for eternity.
…Will I ever see you again? Why can I no longer press a kiss that furrowed brow? Am I doomed to forget the smile that lights up your features when I walk into a room?
Did I miss the opportunity? To show you how my heart reflects the love you’ve grown to harbor for others?
…The love you’ve grown to harbor for me?
୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°
I reach out to grasp for his familiar hand, the hand that’s always the first to search for mine when trouble inevitably catches us off guard.
The only thing my hand grasps is air; the other side of my bed is empty.
His scent is fading from the pillow case.
୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°
My cheeks remain wet as memories of him fill me with yearning.
Love and heartbreak wraps me in their firm embrace; I feel their arms squeeze me as they hold me close, my friends’ sobs almost drown out the ringing in my ears.
Memories of school and a radiant blue sky, watching over the rooftop of Gekkoukan High School, refuse to leave my mind.
I’ve never felt such a deep feeling of loss and sorrow before.
That’s not something I can say lightly.
Despite my unique experiences that may deviate from his own, Makoto has been my mirror. My window.
I’ve seen myself reflected in him, time and time again. Yes, I am my own person, but I’ve grown to form a connection with Yuki that I’ve never formed with another in my short lifetime.
Call me crazy, but when I was with Yuki I felt as if our souls intertwined, as if we'd finally found a home together after wandering a desert full of failed commitments and broken promises. All in search of an oasis… in search of trust.
Trust that we found within each other.
I roll over and curl into a tight ball as my emotions threaten to consume me.
A soft knock fails to bring me out of my sorrow.
My ears pick up on the audible click the door makes as it opens, but I refuse to acknowledge whomever is there.
A gentle, cold hand rests on my shoulder.
My body shivers since the cool metal contrasts with my flushed skin.
“I knew I would find you here.” She doesn’t sound concerned. Just knowing.
I can’t respond.
She doesn’t mind.
Her cool hand runs through my hair. They uncurl my body to wipe my tears away.
I’m thankful, yet I’m angry.
I almost don’t want to see her.
She hums; almost as if she’d read my thoughts and she doesn’t care.
I fall asleep to the feeling of cool metal pressed against warm skin.
୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°
My voice sounds like a stranger’s to my ears. I feel awful, horrible for how I’m lashing out at another innocent person whose suffering just as much as I am.
Even so, the words pour viciously from my mouth as she stands across from me.
She doesn’t speak.
Akihiko raises his voice. He sounds just as angry, but for a different reason. My heart squeezes painfully in my chest, but I have to get the words out.
“Why was it you!? We all share a special bond with him, as well as with each other, but you…” A lone tear slides down her robotic features.
It makes me pause. I’m surprised.
But..
I knew all too well that my anger was misdirected.
Aigis doesn’t refute anything I have to say. She silently stands before me, crying.
Aigis, who used to struggle telling apart a joke from a genuine statement. Aigis, who couldn’t comprehend human emotions as a motivating factor behind certain actions and words.
Aigis, who now stands before me experiencing emotions of her own.
Emotions that have led her to tears.. because of my misguided anger towards her.
I swallow down the lump in my throat as I push past Junpei. Akihiko calls for me to return, and I hear Ken make a comment about how awkward and tense the situation is.
I lock myself in his room.
…
No one knocks on the door this time.
୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°
It’s silent.
Everyone’s gathered around. We need to determine what our next course of action is, but there’s an elephant in the room that longs to be addressed.
We’re searching for the answer, and it’s right in front of us; it’s been here all along. The only obstacle in obtaining it lies within our warped perception of the situation.
“You need to apologize-”
“Akihiko-san.”
He visibly falters before awkwardly coughing into his fist. Mitsuru clearly has her own thoughts on the situation, but she’s chosen to remain silent at the moment.
I glance in Ken’s direction, and he gives me an encouraging nod accompanied by a sympathetic smile.
“Aigis, I apologize for my behavior earlier. My anger towards you was misguided and fueled by my… well, it’s more accurate to say our sorrow.. with Yuki’s passing..”
The resulting silence is suffocatingly loud.
It’s presence is overbearing. So much so that I fear we’ll never talk things through.
That is, until Aigis walks over to me.
As her arms wrap around me, a new feeling blossoms in my chest. It swallows the creeping fear inside of me whole, and it fuels an unyielding strength within me.
Hope.
“We will figure this out together. The bonds we have forged amongst each other will not be broken so easily. Don’t you agree…?” Aigis’s words are as soothing as they are motivating.
A quick glance around the room reveals relieved faces and fond smiles.
Unshed tears blur my vision, but these tears do not originate from the sadness that once permeated my very being.
“..Yes.”
It still hurts.
But it feels a bit better now.
୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°
It’s been years now.
I’ve seen Ken grow into a respectable young man. Akihiko is finally pursuing college, with the supervision of Aigis, and Mitsuru continues to be successful in her endeavors. The same can be said of Yukari and Junpei, albeit it’s clear the latter still misses the one who made his heart sing.
Fuuka is doing well too. It makes me happy to see everyone pursuing their individual passions. Including myself.
☀︎❀
Spring has returned.
It’s hot today.
The heat from the burning sun above threatens to lull me to sleep.
My heavy eyelids fall shut as I feel myself drift off to sleep.
His face, encapsulated in stone, drifts to the forefront of my mind.
A heavy sigh leaves me.
My eyes remain dry as I allow the memory to come and go, holding strong all the while.
I miss him, I truly do.
But, through the bonds I’ve made with the former members of S.E.E.S, I’ve cultivated the strength of will to move onward and forward, towards a future I can be proud of.
I open my eyes when I hear footsteps approaching.
The figure standing before me is familiar, yet surely a figment of my imagination.
I close my eyes again, in hopes of fully waking up this time.
I open them once more when I feel the person moving closer to me. I sit up, only to bump heads with them.
“Ouch!” I yelp. My hands cradle the spot where we bumped heads. That’s when I realize, the pain I just felt is real, and the person standing in front of me is…
Is..
My eyes widen dramatically, and my mouth parts to say all the words my soul longs to poetically convey.
He simply smiles.
He opens his arms.
My thoughts spiral out of control. Is this an illusion? How could this be remotely possible? Is this… really true?
When our eyes meet, my questions receive a silent answer. My eyes take notice of the wavering emotions within his gaze; I can see the soul of the man I love, a soul which was once bound to a door, is now standing here before me.
Whatever miracle performed this action, I am forever grateful to its benevolence.
I dare not waste another moment in idle contemplation.
I throw myself into his arms.
He catches me.
He laughs.
My soul joins in on his joyous laughter, as tears full of love slowly cascade down my cheeks.
Our laughter intermingles to create a melodious harmony that turns the heads of passerby, once more.
#minato arisato x reader#minato arisato x gn reader#makoto yuki x reader#makoto yuki x gn reader#persona 3 fes x reader#persona 3 fes x gn reader#persona 3 x reader#persona 3 x gn reader#persona 3 reload x gn reader#persona 3 reload x reader#p3 x reader#p3 x gn reader#makoto yuki x you#minato arisato x you#reader insert#persona x reader#persona x gn reader
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Jumping up, Isobel turned on the stereo and familiar tune rang out through the speakers.
Oh girls, they wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have ♪♫♪
"Come on, let's dance!" Isobel invited them, getting her groove on. "Dancing is good for the mood."
"Hell yeah, can't argue with that!" Candace joined in.
Anna felt a little awkward, since she didn't consider herself that much of a dancer, but when even the cat joined in, she couldn't sit this one out.
And you know what?
Isobel was right! Her mood was much better.
In fact, she thought, things weren't all that bad at all! Life was good!
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[[ manager ]] banging out the tunes ♫♪♫
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#happy thoughts :)#tasque manager#deltarune#deltarune fanart#mspaint#ms paint#myart#i'm insane I make her too cute -
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the agony of imperfections and lost
a prodigy once soared, melody adored with perfection
now suffers with pieces and symphony left unfinished
a silent pain with wrist betrayed
each notes falter, with the end replaced by sniffles and pain
☾⋆⁺₊♫✩°｡
AU: pianist!Raven and piano technician!Price
between classes and lectures I've been doodling an AU for my cod oc Raven :] it's the first AU I've ever thought of for a very long time and I didn't start writing and drawing a few things until recently (my friends are huge enablers ah ha)
this AU is heavily inspired by the anime Your Lies in April so if this familiar that's why
Prodigy Raven who used to swoop every piano competition stopped participating one day due to various reasons.
She can no longer finish any pieces.
It starts off with pain, and then progresses into fits of spasms and shakes on her wrist.
That was however, not the main issue.
As she will herself to play more to overcome the issue, another problem raised where notes and tune muffles out as she approach the end of any song, rendering her unable to map out the tempo and the feel of the piece, which was the most crucial aspect in performance((and also hence why the art wrote "when will the sounds return"))
again and again, she attempted to play and only met with tears and pain at every end, and so she stopped playing.
It wasn't years later when her friend invited her to a concert hall that she would attempt playing again, and met a man with an unmistakable beard she thought she will never meet again.
here is a fic I wrote below, you can listen along with the spotify song linked below, and as always I hope you enjoy this lil blurb ⸜(˶´ ˘ `˶)⸝
tags: a lil angsty and mentioned of struggles with chronic pain
𓍢ִ໋. 𝄞 ✧˚ ༘ ♪ ⋆｡˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖♬ ♪₊ ⊹
Raven found herself at the concert hall, involuntarily dragged there by a close friend who was settling some business with the hall owner. Having no interest in the conversation, she idly wandered around.
Eventually her attention was drawn to the main hall, the area was dimly lit with only one light shining above a magnificent grand piano on the stage, when was the last time she had even seen a grand piano?
The golden words that etched on the front of the piano captivated her, "Steinway and Sons", and she ran her fingers delicately along its shiny polished surface, despite promising herself not to touch it.
how could she resist when such a beauty is in full display within her reach?
Perhaps there was a lingering wishful hope within her that pulls her through the haunting echoes of her past struggles.
Perhaps this time it would be different, after all, it's been so many years.
As she took a seat and opened the fallboard, she knew she had to play something.
Little did she know she was not alone in that hall.
John Price, a famous piano technician was scheduled to carry out his tuning services on the grand piano, has arrived earlier than the expected time in order to explore the place.
It gives opportunity for him to figure out the environment, and to assess the condition of the place.
To him, a piano was like the heart of the human body, requiring care and love with every factor taking into account, such as the air moisture content, exposure of sunlight, humidity, temperature...the list goes on.
As he walked onto the area from the backstage, he was surprised to see a figure seated at the piano. When he wanted to call out, the tune of a song stopped him.
A familiar melody, a classic.
He recognizes this song, however, with the way the sound and notes were played, it felt as if he was listening to it for the first time.
Liebesleid. Love's sorrow.
As he pause and listens, watching as the fingers of Raven danced around the black and white, he felt himself washed by the emotions of the piece.
remorse, pain, emptiness and cheery? was it hope? yet he can't help but felt bittersweet.
Each note was played with perfection, the pauses, the tempo and the timing were accurate, and with the sway of the pianist, he could feel the emotional depth infused into the piece.
And yet as the song approach the second half of the song, something in the air shifted.
The tempo increased, the intervals between notes were shorten, and slowly wrong notes emerging as well, with some keys played with more force and vigor.
Eventually the song stopped, and only the sound of stifled sniffles filled the air as the figure slouched forward.
((if you're curious and still listening along on spotify, the errors starts around 2:42 she stopped around 2:57))
"It happened again"
Raven thought as she struggled to control the shaking of her hands, and the tears streaming down her cheeks.
"it hurts....it hurts so...so much"
She lets out a shaky breath; it wasn't the pain of her wrist that was eating at her.
It was the act of not being able to complete a piece.
She pressed her palm up her eyes, a weak attempt to stop the shaking of her arms and the tears that kept flowing.
A hand on her shoulder was what brought her back to reality.
Startled, she looked up into a pair of blue eyes, with gentle gaze that melted away her panics.
"You alright, luv?"
The man asked, and Raven composed herself, wiping over her tears as she gave a weak nod.
She apologizes for the state she was in, gingerly stepping up from the bench, only to be met with a chuckle and another reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"It was beautiful"
He complimented, nodding his head towards the piano as Raven pauses.
"no, it's not", she thought internally, but just gave another thankful nod.
"thanks"
John raised a brow at that, taking note for her answer.
"something tells me you disagree, hm?"
She wonders for a good moment if she should speak her mind, and after deciding that the chances of meeting this man again is slim, she gave her comments.
"I didn't finished it"
She spoke, glancing back at the piano as her eyes soften as the echoes of her instructor came to mind.
"you're not worthy to even be in the same room as the piano if you can't finish the piece.
It's not just about the techniques and music theory only, you need to focus on the flow and the dynamic of the piece, honor the composer, bring the composer's vision to life."
"alright, play it again Raven, how bout putting your body into it this time huh? I've seen others played better than that"
"you know you need to win, make me proud dearie"
"well, a song doesn’t need to be complete in order for it to be good"
His voice brought her back as she frowns slightly, the older male simply smiles as he goes on.
"what matters is how much you put your heart into it"
He takes a step forward to her.
"and you, certainly poured your soul into that song, hell, felt like I was listening to Fritz Kreisler himself, ha!"
She could only blink as she chuckles, a warm feeling embrace her heart as she hummed.
"you flatter me...uh-"
"John. John Price."
He extended his hand out as he smiles.
"Raven."
She smiled, shaky hands now no longer tremble as she gave the firm handshake. Something tells her that this will be the first of many more meetings.
#user should be studying instead of writing fics#but said user has no regards or control of her life so#gummmyart#gummmywrites#i guess lmao?#doodle#oc#cod oc art#alternative universe#[oc]Piano AU#[oc]Raven#Raven[oc]#captain john price x oc#john price x oc#should I tag fic....uhhh...#oc fic#yeah that'll work#lmk what you guys think hehe#and yes I do play the piano as well :]#Spotify
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Tagged by the lovely wife @archaiclumina Thank you this was loads of fun :3
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Rules are simple! Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!
R - Run Boy Run - Woodkid (Cal)
E - Everybody Have Fun Tonight - Wang Chung (Of course Leon)
C - Calcutta - Abhi the Nomad (Cal)
O - Omen - Guilhem Deq (Leon)
N - New Gold - Gorillaz, Tame Impala, Dom Dolla (Cal)
D - Doom - Imagine music (Leon)
I - I've Got That Tune - Chinese Man (Cal)
T - This Too Shall Pass - Danny Schmidt (Leon)
E - Elegia - New Order (Cal)
R - Rebel Yell - (Cal - Dang broke my alternating streak)
U - Until We Go Down - Ruelle (Leon)
N - Nightcall - Kavinsky (Cal)
E - Electricity - Down (I like to imagine it playing in Leon's workshop.)
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Honourable mention cause I didn't have an M and this has been a constant RP vibe for a while - Move to the Ocean - Brick + Mortar and Baauer and you should listen to it.
Look at him go tagging 13 moots! @archivumesoterica, @kepesktribe, @wisismydumpstat, @altaniadventures, @talvieqalli, @wpip-raham, @moffbby, @foxlin-fantasia, @bananarose, @valerunner-xiv, @jigschosai, @zeloinator, @emc2beans
Gawd all your pages are so pretty. I hope I counted right.
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NEW FIC ALERT!!!
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(kinda like a summary of what happens)
The fic is called Heavenly Drinks, and it is mainly focused around a reader that was kind of like Marilyn Monroe in hell before she disappeared for 40 years, (1984-2024), because after her last very successful concert, she felt like she didn’t deserve all of it. So, she decided to stay in her manor for an exact 40 years, drinking her life out each day until she ran out of wine. Which she did. 40 years later.
Reader decides that going to a bar wouldn’t really hurt, so she got reader in her signature look, and walked out the manor.
After a stroll down memory lane, she arrived at the V’s bar, where she used to always go with her peers, and where there was also a booth dedicated to her. (just like Marilyn Monroe in a restaurant in Vegas >.< I’m so silly)
As she’s drinking her drinks like the queen she is, some waiter gets all pissy, and. of course, we all know that reader has a temper (she does) and things get verbally heated
Of course, somebody has to step into the issue before it goes too far.
Yada yada other stuff happens there might be smut idk if i like you you guys so that’s a maybe lol losers.
If you notice that this was posted just a couple minutes ago, then in 1 it two hours, the first chapter will be posted! So stay tuned!
-Genderlessdude92, Kiki
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#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#alastor#alastor smut#alastor x wife reader#hazbin alastor x reader
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Summer Breeze ~ Seals & Croft - #1 Hit (1972)
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See the curtains hangin' in the window
In the evening on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window
Lets me know everything's all right
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
See the paper layin' on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walk on up to the doorstep
Through the screen and across the floor
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
And I come home from a hard day's work
And you're waiting there
Not a care in the world
See the smile awaitin' in the kitchen
Through cookin' and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
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tagged by the fantabulous ୨♡୧ @gatheredfates ୨♡୧ in this awesome meme!
Rules are simple! Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!
Some songs I associate with my OCs purely on vibes, not necessarily the lyrics verbatim, so some of them might seem a bit weird c': but the selection below all make an appearance on the Spotify playlist I curate with husbo for our characters! Please enjoy! I've used YouTube links this time, for those who aren't Spotify users c:
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A – Adieu – Emily Bindinger (Both)
R – Rhiannon – Fleetwood Mac (Oli)
C – Clementine - Halsey (Ren)
H – Hoops – The Rubens (Oli)
A – A Real Hero - College & Electric Youth (Both)
I – In Dreams – Ben Howard (Ren)
C – Constellations - The Oh Hellos (Both)
L – Lilac Wine – Jeff Buckley (Oli)
U – Until We Go Down - Ruelle (Both)
M – Megalomaniac - aeseaes (Ren)
I – I Can Hold a Grude Like Nobody’s Business – Adam Jensen (Ren)
N – Nobody Speak – DJ Shadow, Run the Jewels (Oli)
A – About Damn Time - Lizzo (Ren)
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This was hard because I have like 12 hours and 42 minutes of music to pick from c': And because I am unable to resist, here are some bonus honorable mentions for the letters A and R!
Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths (Technically a song my husband picked for his blorbos, but I have come to associate it heavily with mine c': )
Rät – Penelope Scott (I will never not recommend Scott if given the chance, also my number 1 Ren song, but I mentioned it in her 14 Associations meme so I thought I'd give R to Oli this time c': )
tagging 13 moots so you can all inadvertently recommend me new tunes! @reconditerune, @aethericfist, @dragons-ire, @voidwife, @lukelxiv, @shroudkeeper, @ofhollowhearts, @xmimiteh, @miqojak, @starforger, @mint-jellyfisch and @blackthorne-of-the-mist!
(Also a sneaky tag of @gatheredfates again because she said she had more songs and I wanna see 'em c':)
And literally everyone else reading this! I love sharing music! So please tag me if you do it so I can check out your rad OC OSTs c:
#oc tag meme#oc music#oli#ren#honestly I wanted to put in even more honourable mentions c':#thank you so much for the tag!#it was a blast to do!#tag game
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Music is a huge part of Alastor’s life. It made up the majority of his broadcasts back when he was alive, and it’s not too different now that he’s down here in Hell. Yes, on occasion he swaps melodies for murder -- but most of the time he’s providing old-timey tunes for the audience he’s managed to accumulate over the years.
As such, he has quite the collection of records stashed away. Shellac and vinyl both; it doesn’t matter to him. If it exists, even if it came out after his time (provided the contents fit his personal taste), one can almost be guaranteed that he owns it.
One such disc is pulled down from his shelf, and its sleeve is dusted off gently with the back of his hand as he walks over to the nearby player, his tap shoes clicking pleasantly against the wooden floor and fingers carefully pulling the record free. Upon reaching it, the needle is moved aside so he can spin the record correct side up and set it in place. Then, after winding it up, the needle is set on its outer edge so the song can finally play.
Almost instantly, Alastor begins to move: stepping and swaying and twirling across the hotel floor with an unnatural grace as the music blares out of the gramophone at top volume. To anyone that might be watching, he would seem rather serene as he dances his way about the room, his smile closed and eyes remaining shut for much of his solo act. He only opens them every once in a while to ensure he doesn’t run into any walls or furniture.
A good minute and a half into the record, the singing begins - but he doesn’t join in quite yet, letting the original artist have the first few lines.
♪ Careless. Now that you’ve got me loving you. You’re careless. Careless in everything you do. You break appointments and think you are smart. If you’re not careful you’ll break my heart. ♫
Finally, he does summon his microphone and sing along, almost completely overpowering the singer with his own melodious voice. His dancing doesn’t slow in the slightest, his arms continuing to make sweeping gestures along with his fancy footwork that only creates more clicking against the floor -- all in sync with the rhythm.
“♪ Careless. Now that my bridges all are burned. You’re careless. Careless in things where I’m concerned. Are you just careless, as you seem to be? Or do you just care less for me? ♫”
It almost seems a shame that he’s dancing alone…or that he doesn’t at least have an audience to watch him.
#( open starter )#(( This is a repost of an open I made on my multi way back when Al was still on it 2 years ago ))#(( If it looks familiar to my OG followers: that's why ))
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[CN Translation] 【Kiro·Wilderness Sound Waves】旷野音浪SSR <Sound Waves Date>
!Spoiler warning! : The followings contain contents for dates of Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer that are yet to be released in Global server. If you do not wish to be spoiled then please refrain from going undercut.
Karma Quote : “Next, give me your heartbeat.”
The translation is undercut. You have been warned about spoilers.
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Preview of the date: Kiro was invited to participate in the music festival in Barcelona so we arrived in Spain early. When we were having a date in the bar, we encountered an uninvited guest.
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Part 1
Psychedelic neon lights danced on the dance floor, and ambiguous notes traveled into my ears through the speakers.
I picked up the wine glass and stared at Kiro's profile under the light's glare.
He rested one hand casually on the sofa behind me, and the knuckles of his other hand tapped his knees gently to the tune of the DJ onstage.
The slender eyelashes cast eyeshadows on his face, and the slightly closed eyes were filled with crumpled light.
I looked at his side face with a little trance, until he turned to look at me with a smile on his face.
Kiro: "Why is Miss Chips staring at me blankly? What is she thinking?"
MC: "I was thinking, the DJ music you've been tapping to just now, were you thinking about the next week's show?"
Kiro: "Mm, I didn't expect to come to the music festival this time but I ended up finding this bar. What an unexpected gain!"
There will be a wilderness music festival in Barcelona next week, and Kiro is an invited guest, so we arrived in Spain a week earlier to experience the local life here.
I looked in the direction Kiro pointed, and the DJ on the stage was controlling the magnetic head to swipe across the disc with one hand, while the other hand was raised high to the beat.
I took a closer look. The DJs here are very experienced and must be masters at this.
I was a little tipsy, I leaned my head on Kiro's shoulder and rubbed my cheek against the smooth fabric.
MC: "How did you get this though?"
Kiro: "Note that his look and approach seem casual but there are a lot of special designs in the mix."
MC: "Indeed, his expression looks so relaxed, but he never stopped for a moment."
Kiro: "The live environment really has a more intense atmosphere than from a digital screen."
At this moment, the resident DJ just switched the playing track, and the previously ambiguous music turned light-hearted.
Kiro pulled the brim of his hat and held out his hand to me.
Kiro: "After sitting for so long, would this lady be kind enough to dance with me now?"
MC: "Of course~ Mr. Zhou."
We walked carefully through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor. Kiro squeezed my hand as a signal to start.
I swayed my body, the music stimulated my excited nerves and the lights were dazzling and unpredictable.
I looked at Kiro, he danced with extremely smooth moves without being frivolous. It was casual but powerful.
His dancing posture obviously attracted the attention of some people. A hippie looked at him from a distance for a while and suddenly stepped forward.
Just when I thought he would recognize Kiro, he actually passed Kiro and looked at me.
Hippie: "Miss, how about changing partners?"
Part 2
A few people with sharp hearing came over after hearing our conversation and looked at us while gossiping.
Kiro hooked his lips and put an arm around me with a cold yet playful tone.
Kiro: “You are very courageous.”
The hippie looked at Kiro very disdainfully but suddenly froze in place.
Hippie: “You- You are Kilo?”
Kiro: “Don’t you think you’re having an illusion?”
Kiro spoke without hesitation, his tone was indifferent. He even looked directly at the other party without avoiding eye contact.
The hippie, clearly shaken by his indifference, squinted his eyes and looked at Kiro again, shaking his head.
Hippie: “Looking carefully.....he’s not even half as friendly as Kilo. Although they do look quite similar.”
Kiro: “Really?”
Hippie: “Hey now, I’m just trying to borrow your dance partner. Don’t be so stingy, you can dance with my dance partner instead.”
The crowd of onlookers grew more and more and Kiro’s embrace tightened a little. I frowned and looked at the hippie.
MC: “I’m sorry, not everyone can be my dance partner. I don’t think you can have a chance.”
Kiro looked at me with a daze and naughtily poked me twice with his hand around my waist.
The next second, his icy gaze swept over the hippie, a little uninterested.
Kiro: "Are you going to continue being an eyesore here?"
Hearing our words, the man whistled a little resentfully.
Hippie: "Well, just like glue. Lady, Kilo will be at the music festival next week. You should really go see him, he is much more handsome than your boyfriend."
What else would the man even have to say. The brisk music became more intense, and the lights flashed even more dazzlingly.
Cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd. Kiro took the opportunity to take my hand, passed through the restless crowd, and ran out of the bar all the way.
It wasn't until we were far out of the bar street that Kiro and I stopped and looked at each other, then we burst out laughing.
The evening breeze was cool, and the street was empty and quiet at midnight. Kiro bought two cans of drinks from the vending machine and handed me one.
We sat by the street, drank drinks in the hot sweat, and felt the cool stimulation.
Kiro: "Alas, the bar date failed."
I smiled and touched Kiro's "cup" and rubbed his soft blond hair.
MC: "What matters more is that we drank wine, danced and had a big show. This date was obviously a success!"
Hearing my words, Kiro laughed out loud.
Kiro: "Your serious look just then was quite an aura, that....."
MC: "Do you mean to say, "the queen of the dance floor?"
Kiro laughed even more after hearing this description.
MC: "However thanks to the bar DJ, if it wasn't for the music cut this time, we might have been entangled there for a long time."
Kiro looked at my eyes and blinked, they were sparkling.
Kiro: "DJ.....Music break...."
Kiro: "Oh right! Why didn't I think of that!"
Seeing my confused look, he smiled and took a sip of his drink.
Kiro: "I suddenly thought of an idea that could be used in the music festival!"
MC: "What did you think of?"
Kiro raised his head triumphantly, like a proud little bear with his head held high.
Kiro: "You can look forward to it~ Miss Chips is going to have to follow me closely, and the next stop of this date is about to arrive-- on to the road!"
He said and took my hand, strode forward, and walked out.
Part 3
A week later, the Wilderness Festival went ahead as scheduled.
Since the venue is a temporary setup, Kiro completed the modeling in advance in the studio rented by the organizer, and then drove to the venue.
The vehicle drove along the straight idyllic road, and the ever-rising view is endless green grass and olive trees in the mountains and plains.
Looking at the open scenery in front of me, my expectations grew stronger and stronger. I even wanted to get out of the car and roll around on the field.
Kiro: "When the festival is over, we can go wherever we want."
MC: "How do you know what I'm thinking!"
Kiro: "Because that's what I thought when I first came here. So when I received this invitation, I was already looking forward to your current reaction."
MC: "Oh~ It's that witty Kiro guess again. What do you think I'm thinking right now?"
Kiro rolled his eyes and patted his chest proudly.
Kiro: "You must be thinking "I have to grab the first row as fast as I can!"
MC: "Humph! It's half-right!"
MC: "I was also thinking, I'll have to save my strength for a while."
MC: "That way when you come out, you'll be able to hear me cheering for you in the first row."
I proudly took out the soothing lozenge from my bag and waved it in front of Kiro, but he grabbed my hand and pressed it to his lips.
Kiro: "You don't have to even shout, just stand there and I'll definitely spot you at the first glance."
Kiro, as a special guest, was arranged to go backstage to prepare for arriving at the finale.
At this time, there were not many people at the scene. After saying goodbye to Kiro, I quickly rushed to the stage area, followed the crowd of people, and barely grabbed a position in the first row.
The sun hung obliquely in the sky, the deafening music suddenly sounded, and the Wilderness concert officially began.
I suppressed my overwhelming excitement and forced myself to focus on the show.
The bands performing were from all over the world, and the styles of performances were diverse. The music was constantly changing, and the audience sang and danced to them.
Standing in the first row, I could see the sweat and passion of of the bands up close on the stage, and I was looking forward to Kiro's performance more and more in my heart.
I couldn't help but guess what Kiro said about the "surprise". Singing and dancing are his specialties, and the different styles of music are even more of his comfort.
MC: "I wonder what it will be?"
As we got closer to Kiro's performance, the cheers shouting "Kilo" became louder and louder.
I took out my phone and started recording the warm atmosphere of the waiting hall and sent it to Kiro.
MC: "Did you hear the audience calling out your name? Kilo's no. 1 fan is already in the first row! I'm looking forward to your surprise!"
Kiro quickly texted me back, and I couldn't help laughing while looking at my phone.
Kiro: "If I'm able to wow Miss Chips, I request to be rewarded!"
The romantic music gradually ceased. According to the program, the next finale is supposed to be Kiro's performance.
All the lights on the stage went out, but the crowd burst into cheers with everyone shouting Kilo's name.
I quickly took out two new glow sticks and joined the fan chanting.
Time passed minute by minute, the stage was still pitch black, and the crowd gradually became a little uneasy.
Audience: "What's wrong? Where's Kilo?"
The people around me started talking a lot. I knew that Kiro must have made special arrangements, but my heart was still hanging high, both excited and nervous.
Right at that moment, a spotlight suddenly shot on the stage.
A figure appeared in the center of the light.
His arms were wrapped with yellow bandages, the metal earphones were wrapped around his neck, his blond hair was tied up low, and his entire appearance was full of a casual and rebellious atmosphere.
Kiro stood in front of a large mixer, and he waved to everyone lively which attracted lots of cheers.
His blue pupils contracted with flickering light, he put his finger on his lips, and the restless crowd also quieted down.
Kiro: "Thank you all for participating in the festival. Now, please lend your ears to DJ Kilo!"
Kiro's slender fingers swiped on the disc, and the dynamic music sound and the electricity shot out. The lights became psychedelic and dazzling in an instant.
Familiar and unfamiliar melodies flowed into everyone's ears, but he then turned his song into a remix!
I waved the light stick vigorously and shouted for Kiro to the cheer calls of the crowd.
MC: "I'll love you for all my life with no regrets!"
It seemed that he heard my voice, Kiro winked at me, I guess he should have the same memory as me.
The temperature of my cheeks burned up, and my heart was beating violently.
A motorcycle galloped across the field, and the sports car whistled to the beat, but my ears and eyes couldn't look at anything else, there was only sparkling Kiro.
The familiar yet somewhat different person in front of me caught all of my attention.
He moved his body like the rising sun on the coast of Gibraltar, like a deer galloping and jumping in the wilderness of Caceres-- nimble and agile.
He walked to the edge of the stage to give high fives to the audience, and when he sang "Your lips are as sweet as honey", he moved naturally in front of me.
Kiro: "Thank you for coming to the festival!"
I held his outstretched hand and met his clear eyes. This special treatment made the fans around me cry out enviously.
MC: "Kilo, Te Quiero!"
Kiro took back the microphone and sang the second half of the sentence with a smile, "And I indulge in you uncontrollably."
The setting sun was bright and the stars were twinkling, but the man on the stage shone brighter than anything else.
Part 4
Kiro: "Finally work is over, it's Wilderness Date time now!"
We clasped our fingers and walked across the field. The moonlight poured down, the evening breeze caresses, and the lights were lit up.
Some people played guitar and sang songs in a circle, some danced to the music from the small speakers, and Kiro and I held hands feeling this hot summer night.
Kiro: "Miss Chips, what did you think of DJ Kilo's performance today?"
MC: "It was the best DJ performance I've ever seen. If you had participated in the top 100 DJs in the world, you would've definitely got the top rank!"
Kiro: "Hehe, although I really want to be humble, I've been practicing hard lately so I accept your compliment!"
MC: "The song you remixed were very good themselves! The mixing skill level was very high and the beat was super cool~"
Having said that, I sang my favorite part again, although not to the fullest.
Kiro watched me singing, then reached out and took out two light sticks from my bag, bent them, and swayed to my rhythm.
In the twilight, the throbbing golden glow sticks surrounded us both like unpredictable fireworks.
Kiro's face flickered under the glow stick, but the light in his eyes burned like a spark that never goes out.
Looking at his serious look, I felt fuzzy and warm, and couldn't help but reach out to squeeze his face.
MC: "If I were to rate today's joy meter, it would be 200!"
MC: "Not only did I get a glimpse of DJ Kilo's style but also got an after-party in the wilderness with just the two of us~"
Kiro: "The promised reward, can it be received now?"
I smiled and pulled Kiro's hand, closed my eyes, and the noise of the wilderness seemed to dissipate as if there were only me and him in this world.
MC: "Ready to accept your reward?"
Kiro: "Of course, come on let's go, Miss Chips. I'm getting a little nervous now though."
MC: "3--2--1--!"
MC: "Kiro, your DJ performance was super cool, I like you very much!"
I opened my eyes and waved the fireworks stick that I had prepared for a long time, making a big heart shape in the night.
My shouts traveled down the wilderness to far, far places and then quietly diffused into the night fog.
I could feel that the air seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then there was a burst of laughter all around. People who didn't know about it coaxed, and some even cheered.
Kiro's eyes lit up instantly, he took the fireworks stick from my hand, and the light flickered in his eyes as if illuminating my whole world.
It seemed that due to the influence of the atmosphere, someone shouted after us.
Passerby: "Kilo, you're so cool!"
One after another, the entire wilderness was filled with ups and downs of confession making Kiro's face turn red.
Kiro: "Alright, Miss Chips. You're making me feel a little embarrassed."
MC: "Do you like it?"
Kiro: "Of course I like it!"
He raised the corners of his mouth and looked at me with bright and serious eyes.
Kiro: "I heard the words you just said and the ones you shouted during the CALL on the stage."
Kiro: "I heard every word and every sentence clearly, and I will remember it firmly."
He said it, taking my hand and placing it on his chest. My face was hot as I looked straight into his eyes.
MC: "But was I too impulsive? Fortunately, I didn't attract too much attention, or else it would've caused trouble....."
Kiro suddenly turned his azure blue pupils narrowly. Just when I was a little confused, he took my hand.
Kiro: "MC, I like your impulsiveness."
Kiro: "Of course, you won't cause any trouble, but I sure will."
The next second, Kiro suddenly put his other hand around his mouth and shouted with all his strength.
Kiro: "MC, I hope you're always there to witness every new Kiro!"
His voice passed through the distant cold night as if it would reach far, far away.
I turned my head to look at Kiro and discovered that he was already looking at my face.
Kiro: "No matter what identity, what new challenge, or any new place I have to go to. I know Miss Chips will always keep a good eye on me."
MC: "I will!"
The surrounding crowd looked in our direction with confusion, and there were a few people who came over curiously.
MC: "Oh no, did they recognize you!"
Kiro winked at me, and pulled me to run in the wilderness.
MC: "Ki....Kiro, you....did you do that on!"
Kiro: "No doubt, it was intentional!"
A faint sound of music came from afar, and it seemed a little familiar. When Kiro heard the music, he grabbed my hand and suddenly change direction.
Kiro: "It's a song that we didn't finish listening to at the bar last week, do you remember when we ran out when this song was playing!"
MC: "I remember that and it seems like every time I hear this song, I get very flustered....."
Kiro and I couldn't help but look at each other and smile as he asked the question in my heart tacitly.
Kiro: "Miss Chips, do you want to continue the bar date that got interrupted earlier?"
MC: "With pleasure!"
We rushed to the crowd.
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DATE CLEARED~
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MOMENTS【 露天酒吧 】Open Bar
Kiro’s Moments Post: “On a sunny day, I want to go to Terraza with you for beer and iced milk tea.”
Option 1 :
MC : “I also feel that we didn’t have as much fun the last time. When will we go again?”
Kiro : “We can leave now! I’m already downstairs and I’ll come to you right away!”
Option 2 :
MC : “If we drink out in the open air, won’t the sun be too hot?”
Kiro : “Savin has a super large parasol around, I’ll call him later!”
Option 3 :
MC : “Also with fried chicken and ice cream!”
Kiro : “Plus caramel custard and tomato bread!”
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🌟 Call : [will be uploaded soon] !
#sorry for being millions of years late life's been hectic nowadays#mlqc#mlqc kiro#mr love queen's choice#zhou qiluo#mlqc cn#mlqc spoilers#mlqc translation#mlqc date
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