shoot a thread of light ☆

AHhhh I was the anon who asked for the Art gallery fic! Honestly, you write Patrick so well, I'd love a part two 😊

aaa omg first off thank u sm!!! and i really enjoyed writing part one so i am more than happy to write this part, i hope you enjoy <3 (as always im so sorry for any potential grammar/spelling mistakes in here. i miss them while proofreading sometimes lol)

a/n: this does not really serve as it's own fic, but here is part one to read before coming back to this ;)

Time off Work

pairing: Patrick Bateman x reader

warnings: mentions of murder (a slight description but nothing too graphic), and a brief mention of patrick's recreational drug use.

word count: 4935

The city streets passed you by, each illuminated building becoming nothing but a streak of light as you drove by. Your head lay against the cool glass window of a taxi, it was late. You could feel your eyes getting heavy as you stared at the nightlife around you. The streetlights overhead soon became a blur as your eyelids began to fall. You felt an overwhelming sense of calm at the moment as you listened to the soft music coming from the radio, a song that you could just barely make out as Heaven is a Place on Earth. For a split moment, you'd agree with that sentiment until the taxi suddenly hit a pothole. Your body jumped up a little as the car dipped down a little, causing you to smack your head into the glass of the window on your way back down.

"Shit." you groaned as a sharp pain entered the side of your head. Patrick, who sat next to you in the back of the cab turned towards you at the sound of your head hitting the glass. Unmoved, he had neglected to ask if you were alright, he knew the answer. Instead, he expressed concern in his own way by grabbing your arm to pull you away from the window and allowing you to lay your head on his shoulder. You felt some sort of urge to make a sarcastic remark about how "lucky" you were that he'd offered you his shoulder to lie on despite him currently wearing a brand new Valentino suit tonight. You had seen him looking like he would rip someone's head off for even just lightly brushing past him on the street so you supposed this was some sort of great feat for you.

The cab was silent aside from the outside sounds of the city and the radio inside, which was now playing Cutting Crew's (I Just) Died in Your Arms Tonight.

"Ohh I, I just died in your arms tonight, it must've been something you said. I just tied in your arms toniiight..." you mumbled along.

"Are you drunk?" asked Patrick.

"No." you lifted your head up from his shoulder. "Just... tipsy." Patrick didn't respond as you tried to think back, you hadn't really had much to drink at dinner, but Patrick and Timothy Bryce had insisted that everyone try to get into some supposedly new "totally hip" club called Petty's tonight. And lo and behold, you were able to get in, and you made good use of the drink tickets that you were allotted.

"I think the music at Tunnel is better," you said, suddenly realizing how vast your knowledge of New York's high-end nightclubs was and involuntarily cringing at your comment.

"I agree. The music selection was weak tonight." Patrick responded while staring at the window.

"At least, David and Craig seemed to be enjoying themselves." you began to laugh lightly as you recalled the two of them absolutely losing it on the dance floor to Kajagoogoo's Too Shy.

"That's because David and Craig are morons."

"Don't be so mean Patrick." you placed your head back on his shoulder then placed one of your hands on top of Patrick's as it rested just above his knee. You ran your fingers across his, down to his wrist careful not to touch his prized Rolex before resting your hand on his lower thigh. Patrick brought his hand up to meet yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. With a small smile now grazing your lips, you could feel your heart flutter a little at the small gesture from Patrick.

The rest of the taxi ride home was mostly silent as you struggled to stay awake, your eyelids feeling about ready to collapse on themselves.

"We're here., Patrick said as the cab came to a halt. You picked your head up from Patrick's shoulder slowly, immediately feeling the weight of just how tired you were as you tried to keep yourself upright. Patrick opened the door to first let himself out before grabbing your hand to help you out too. As you got out of the car the warm city air hit your skin in an unexpected, unpleasant feeling. New York wasn't always the nicest place to be in the summertime. You stumbled a little as you made your way out of the car, and Patrick, in response held your sides for a moment once you were standing upright.

"I'm okay," you assured. He looked at you for a moment before reaching his head back into the cab where you could vaguely hear him telling the cab driver in a mildly threatening voice to stay exactly where he was before tossing some bills of an amount you were unsure at him.

Now inside the building, the two of you reached your apartment and you sighed knowing you would now have to leave Patrick for the night.

"We should go out tomorrow," Patrick said as you stepped in front of your apartment door. "For dinner."

"Oh, Patrick I can't." you frowned, "I work late all this week."

"I think you should quit your job," Patrick said plainly.

"What?"

"Quit your job," he repeated.

"Patrick, I need money." you were a little caught off guard by his request. "Not everyone has a wealthy father that owns a successful investment banking firm."

"I work hard for what I have," Patrick responded suddenly defensive,

"Mhm," you nodded slowly, "Regardless, quitting my job just isn't feasible for me."

"What do you mean, I'll take care of you," Patrick grabbed you, now holding you by the waist. "That way, you can focus on your art full time."

"Mmm, that does sound nice," you smiled blissfully as you imagined a world where you could pursue art full time and have everything else taken care of. "But, I can't just be dependent on someone else," you explained, painfully aware there was always a possibility that you and Patrick wouldn't work out.

"Don't you trust me?"

"Look, Patrick, my boss is opening by himself tomorrow so I don't have to go in super early, we should just meet in the morning," you said, wanting to change the subject a little. "Or," you smirked, "you can stay the night tonight."

"Tomorrow morning is fine. But tonight, I can't I'm afraid."

"Oh, that's alright..." you trailed off, looking down at the floor You had to admit you were disappointed your invitation for him to stay the night didn't work. You then shot your head back up, "Goodnight Patrick."

"Goodnight," he responded looking back at you, but you could swear that he seemed to be looking right through you. His cold gaze gave you a funny feeling, one you were desperate to shake away as soon as possible. You had known him to get like this, even in the short time since you had met. Every once and awhile he'd seem a little cold, a little distant maybe for just a few moments, maybe a day. Stress, you chalked it up to.

To try and maybe relieve some tension you put your arms around Patrick, leaning into him, and pressing your lips against his. Still holding you by your waist, Patrick's grip around you became a little bit tighter, his fingers pressing into your back, and his palms holding you tight at your side. The two of you shared slow, soft kisses under the low lights of your apartment's hallway. You closed your eyes as the two of you continued and you wished to just stay like this, to forever be tangled in a passionate exchange with this man you had so quickly grown to be so fond of. You wanted to melt into him, into his touch, and his sweet kiss- in that moment you once again realized that the “Heaven is a place on Earth” sentiment might just be true. You wondered if you should invite him to stay the night again, maybe if you pestered him about it he would give in, you were now almost certainly unwilling to give him up for the night. You moved a hand to the back of Patrick's head, and the other rested against his neck. From where your fingers rested you could feel a soft pulse from his carotid, nothing that his heart rate seemed faster than normal. Feeling the small pulses of blood running through his arteries was oddly comforting, humanizing, reminding you there was a real person there in front of you. A real person who made you feel this way.

You were unaware of how much time had passed, maybe only a few seconds, a few minutes but you and Patrick had long sense passed a simple goodbye kiss. But suddenly the sound of an apartment door and the shuffling of footsteps somewhere down the hall brought you back to reality, reminding you that you were in public and you pulled away slowly, minutely embarrassed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you said as you brought your head back.

Patrick nodded, still seeming tense, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he clenched his jaw, hard. So hard in fact you were surprised he hadn't chipped a tooth from the pressure. You had been unaware of just how hard he had been gripping at your sides and you could now feel his fingers, roughly dug into your back.

"Are you alright?" you asked, placing a hand on his cheek. "You seem... stressed." You were vaguely aware of your mouth almost involuntarily contorting into a small pout as you asked

"You don't need to look so fu-" he started before cutting himself off abruptly, he scowled down at the ground for just a moment before shaking it away and looking back up, "Don't look so sad, I'm fine, I'll call you in the morning... Dear."

"Okay," you said with a half-smile on your face, speaking just barely above a whisper. You were inclined not to believe Patrick, his body language and tone of voice speaking much louder than his proclamation of "I'm fine." You were afraid that you had upset him, you could imagine yourself you would be upset if someone insisted on changing the subject upon you asking if they trusted you.

You pulled yourself closer to Patrick by your arms around his shoulders, now fully holding him in an embrace. You stayed like that for a moment, resting your head against his chest and allowing yourself to feel the comfort of his warmth for just a minute. Despite his seeming bad mood Patrick didn't seem to be opposed to your affections tonight. Instead, he embraced you back further before his grip on your waist finally loosened. You placed one more kiss onto his lips before a final one on his cheek before letting go of him. You had decided to leave him be for the night.

"Goodnight Patrick," you repeated.

"Goodnight, dear."

By morning you were glad to see that Patrick was in a much better mood. He sat across from you, in a way overpriced café near his job, an expensive latte in one hand and a smug smile hung across his face. Though despite his cheerful demeanor and smiling face he looked like he had not gotten much sleep. His eyes seemed sunken into his face, engulfed by the just barley purple tones of skin that surrounded them.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" you asked looking up from the sketchbook that sat in front of you.

"Just happy to see you, sweetheart," he responded quickly, flashing a grin as his head nodded to the side. And, although you were flattered, and didn't think he was flat out lying to you, you felt that that maybe was not the entire story. Cocaine, probably you thought to yourself, knowing about his penchant for the drug.

"mhm," you nodded slowly before returning back to your sketchbook. You flicked your eyes between Patrick and the paper as you copied his features down onto the page. In all honesty, Patrick was an absolute dream to draw. It was something about his perfectly defined features and bone structure that made you just want to fill pages and pages with sketches all of him. That, combined with him being a fine subject to look at for extended periods of time. "What are your plans for today, Bateman?" you asked, concentrating on the contours of his cheekbones as you replicated them onto the page.

"Head back to the office... lunch at, uh, Pastels maybe... then to the gym...then I have an appointment for a massage," he responded, looking elsewhere as he rattled off his plans for the day.

"Did you say Pastels?" you looked up at him.

"Yes, why?"

"Patrick, didn't you hear Craig last night. Pastels is closed."

"Closed?"

"Yes." you nodded, swallowing hard, "Strangest thing really... someone was uh- murdered," you said lowly. "Same day that we were there actually." Patrick's eyes widened and he leaned forward,

"Murdered?"

"Yes. Strangled to death in a bathroom stall apparently. That's what McDermott said at least." you recounted the story that Patrick's co-worker had told you over dinner last night. "Apparently it was an employee, male." you paused.

Patrick had a look of feigned intrigue on his face which you assumed he put on to cover his surprise, or maybe even fear. After all, it did happen the same day you two were there, maybe he was thinking it could have been him.

"I see." he furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back in his seat. "What're you working on?" he asked. His question made you glance down quickly at the sketchbook and examine the drawing to see if you deemed it to be good enough to show him- considering, it was his likeness. Good enough you thought as you looked back up.

"You."

"Well," he raised his eyebrows, "Let me see it."

You grabbed the book off of the table and handed it off to Patrick, and you watched anxiously as he observed the drawing, looking for a response. Patrick nodded with a satisfied smile on his face,

"Very nice." he looked back up at you, "Can I have it?"

"Go ahead." you nodded, pleased with Patrick's reaction to your work. There was a loud sound of tearing paper before Patrick handed you back the sketchbook. As Patrick's hand reached across the table you caught a glimpse of the time displayed on his watch, making you grab his wrist hastily to hold it still to get a better look.

"Jesus- y/n," he said, startled as your wrapped your fingers around him, "You could have just asked for the fucking time."

"I'm sorry Patrick, I've got to go." you stood up quickly at the realization of just how much time you had let slip by this morning. You grabbed your things and stood up from your seat to leave. Patrick did the same, but at a slower pace, seeming unconcerned about your rush.

The two of you stood at the curb outside the café, the bustle of the city was in full effect today. The streets were filled with honking cars and you wondered just how would you get to work on time today, silently cursing yourself for not checking the time sooner. Patrick stood in front of you, with his arm raised and out to the side trying to hail a cab, most of which passed by, already carrying passengers.

"I can just take the subway Patrick, it's alright," you said as you could see him beginning to get annoyed with his failure to get an empty taxi thus far. Patrick looked down at you, shaking his head slightly.

"No. The subway is fucking filthy."

"I don't think a cab that a million people have already sat in today is any cleaner."

"The bottoms of my shoes are cleaner than the subway."

"I think the bottoms of your shoes are cleaner than most things Patrick you're very... me-tic-cu-lous," you said, emphasizing each syllable. You smiled as you spoke, looking up at him, adoring his features as he stood before you. You seemed to always make note of just how good he looked, even now despite his domineering composure.

Patrick's arm finally lowered as a taxi came to a halt where you stood. With the same hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and took out some money.

"For the cab." he said, handing you the bills.

"Thank you. Goodbye, Patrick,"

"Goodbye dear," he responded before placing a hand on your cheek and leaning in to kiss you. The two of you shared a quick kiss before pulling away,

"I get off at- ugh- 10, I'll call you then-will you be around?" you asked.

"Sure sweetheart, I'll be around."

"Alright, I'll see you, goodbye."

"Goodbye," he said, a tight smile forming at his lips.

You turned around and opened the taxi door, the cool air from the air conditioner hitting you as you climbed in and told the cab driver where to head to.

As the car pulled out from the spot you began to relax into the brown leather seats to enjoy the rest of the time you had left before you would need to spend the next 12 hours of your life on your feet working. Maybe it wouldn't be such a horrible idea to take up Patrick's offer. Doing art full-time seemed like an absolute dream, and after all, that was the goal, and who were you to deny yourself of it?

"Are you sure this is the place?" the taxi driver asked as you eventually pulled up to your place of work. Confused, you looked up out the window to see a large crowd surrounding the building. Looking around further you noticed a plethora of cop cars also surrounding the area, and bright yellow crime scene tape blocked off a good portion of the sidewalk leading to inside the building. You felt uneasy, were we robbed? You thought as you observed the commotion.

"Uhh- yea..." you responded, slowly nodding your head. You had to admit, you were curious about what was going on and wanted more information. "Yea, you can let me out here."

"Alright." said the cab driver, seeming unsure of himself... "10 dollars."

"Thanks," you said, handing him some of the bills Patrick had given you. You grabbed your things and stepped out of the cab, once again entering the hot summer air of the city. You felt nervous, anticipation coursing through your veins with every step you took towards the small crowd of people surrounding your work. Anxious about what could have happened, anxious about how it could affect you. As you approached you had to push past a few people to get to the front of the crowd.

"Excuse me?" you asked a police officer who stood just behind the police caution tape. "This is- uh my job, what happened here?" you asked once he turned around.

"Well kid," he started, he was an older looking man with a thick New York City accent, "Lucky you, looks like you ain't workin' today... there's been a murder."

Your eyes widened at the word and you felt your stomach churn. You worried that maybe it was one of your co-workers, maybe someone close, someone you had become close friends with during your time on the job.

"Murder?" you swallowed, "Who- um- who was it?"

"No ID on him or nothin', lady who said she was walkin' past called from a payphone down the block around 5:30 a.m., said she heard some screams inside when we got here the perp was gone, and a man was dead, throat slit... poor guy was nearly decapitated" he explained.

"6am?" you repeated, "Oh my god. It was probably my boss, yeah-yeah he comes in early to do inventory and whatnot." You had to admit there was some strange sense of relief when you realized that it was your boss who had been the victim and not one of your work friends. You were never a huge fan of the guy- and while you wouldn't go out and say he deserved to be murdered, you were... glad that it wasn't anyone else at your job as guilty as that made you feel to say. You were, however, a little freaked out about your indifference to now not one, but two murders that have occurred in places you were familiar with. But, you assured yourself, if the victim was someone you knew well, or really cared about, you would not be so passive about it.

"Say, since ya here, ya mind answerin' some questions 'bout the guy, maybe it'll be some help to find whoever did this."

"Uh, yeah, sure." you responded.

It was safe to say you were not exactly expecting to be caught in the middle of a murder investigation at 10 am on a Tuesday. You began to walk away from the scene after the officer questioned you out in the heat for a good 20 minutes before letting you go. You walked down the busy city block to the payphone at the end of the street, thinking about how this was where that lady who called the police probably heard the last minutes of your now ex-boss's life. It was a surreal feeling, but you couldn't exactly bring yourself to be sad about it. With an unsteady hand you inserted some coins into the payphone and began to dial the numbers.

"Patrick Bateman's office." said Jean on the other end.

"Hey Jean, it's y/n, can you put me through to Patrick?" you asked, keeping your composure.

"Sure, I'll put you right through."

"Hello?" you eventually heard another voice say.

"Patrick." you breathed out, "You'll never guess what happened."

"Y/n? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Pretty sure I'm out of a job right now."

"What happened?"

"My boss was uhh... murdered." you explained.

"Murdered?"

"Apparently, I got to work there was police tape, police men, I asked what happened they said he was murdered this morning, nearly fucking decapitated. I was just questioned by the police for like half an hour." you recounted to Patrick.

"Questioned? They don't think you're a suspect, do they?"

"No. No. I hope not... they just, asked me about my boss's life... if he had any enemies or anything, anyone who didn't particularly like him, or that would have a reason to do this."

"And what did you say?"

"I said that I didn't know." you answered matter-of-factly, "but I mean, I think everyone I know who I've worked with has threatened to kill him at least once."

"Well, are you alright?"

"Yeah Patrick, I am actually, just surprised, I can't believe I'm saying this but... I'm not really too torn up about this whole thing."

"Good. Now that you're free, how about dinner?"

It was leaning into the late hours of the night by now as you walked hand in hand with Patrick down the stark white hallway of his apartment building. You had a large, genuine smile plastered on your face as you strutted down the expensive tile flooring. This evening Patrick had greeted you at your apartment with flowers in hand and treated you to a very expensive dinner. Patrick was always very sweet to you but he seemed to have turned up the charm to the maximum tonight, to an almost off-putting degree, but you had to admit, you didn't really mind. Despite his obvious confidence in himself Patrick did usually seem to be a little on edge, or anxious at times, not to a necessarily concerning or even really noticeable degree, but it always seemed to sort of just be there. But no, not tonight, tonight Patrick was completely cool and collected, exuding more confidence than you had ever seen in him. Which was, in your opinion, very attractive, and you felt that you probably had spent more time tonight drooling over him than you had anything else.

"I hope you enjoyed dinner tonight sweetheart," Patrick said as he unlinked his hand from yours to unlock his apartment door.

"I did Patrick, but, you know, I always enjoy being with you," you admitted, somewhat overly sentimentally.

"That is...wonderful to hear." Patrick smiled and opened the door to let you inside. You could remember how it struck you as odd how cold and barren Patrick's apartment felt the first time you went over. That feeling still has yet to completely slip but, eventually, you felt the décor was very fitting for Patrick, and realistically you couldn't see him living anywhere else.

Patrick flicked the light switch which in turn, illuminated most of the apartment as you stepped inside. You looked around for a moment, not much had changed since the last time you had been here, aside from the addition of a few more paintings hung up on the wall (all done by you, of course). You made your way into the living room and sat down on the white couch that sat in the near middle of the room. While your body settled into the cushions you could hear Patrick's footsteps behind you falling against the hardwood floor. You looked up as he walked out in front of you, heading towards his stereo and looking through his collection of CDs.

Before long the sound of Depeche Mode's Question of Lust began to fill the space around you.

"Oh, Patrick," You smiled at him as he turned up the volume on the stereo, "You're so romantic" you giggled. Patrick began to walk over to you, sitting on the couch next to you, and before he could even get a word out you were pressing your lips to his and kissing him passionately. Patrick, in response, placed his hand against your cheek and deepened the kiss. Your hands roamed around Patrick's body before finally resting on the back of his neck. You were sure your heart was beating out of your chest at this point, no matter how many times you had been with Patrick, no matter how many times you had done this the excitement never seemed to quell. You could not stop yourself from smiling as the pair of you exchanged deep passionate kisses. Everything seemed to be moving so slow as Patrick began to push you back so you lay against the arm of the couch. He propped himself up above you as the pair of you continued to kiss and the music played over the stereo.

Everything just seemed so perfect you found yourself questioning if you had been dreaming tonight, or even the last few months. But all of a sudden Patrick stopped and pulled away from you.

"What's wrong?"

"It's, not very comfortable on the couch," he said, getting up and standing beside you. "Come on," he grabbed your hand and helped you up, leading you to the bedroom. He stopped as you entered the room, "One moment," he said, kissing your forehead before walking off into the bathroom.

You looked around the dimly lit bedroom for a moment, then walked over to one of the bedside tables to turn on a lamp to let some more light into the room. While turning on the light you noticed that one of the table drawers was ajar, you could see inside of it and as you looked down nothing struck you as out of the ordinary, just regular things you would expect Patrick to have; his glasses, manicure scissors, tweezers, nail files. But, as you went to close the drawer something caught you off guard, a large kitchen knife. Confused, you kneeled down beside the drawer and opened it up some more, where you found even more odd things inside; razor blades, a pair of pliers, a small pairing knife, and a box of matches. You couldn't help but feel an actual sense of unease at the sight of everything, most of the items could be easily explained away as small tools one may potentially need, but the kitchen knife was what was really throwing you for a loop.

As you scanned the drawer and it's contents one more time you told yourself, it's probably just for protection. Of course, that seemed logical, Patrick had a lot of expensive things in his apartment, it would make sense for him to be worried about a potential break-in and robbery, if that was the case he would, most definitely, need something to protect himself with.

Satisfied with your answer, you closed the drawer and stood up from where you were kneeling before sitting atop Patrick's bed. Your body sunk into the crisp white sheets, and as you propped yourself up against the bedroom you took a moment and laughed a little over how silly you sounded almost getting so worked up over what was in the drawer. You also couldn't help but feel a little bad about almost jumping to the conclusion that Patrick could be some sort of creepy psychopath... or something.

You were quickly shaken out of your thoughts by the sound of Patrick walking back into the bedroom, his suit jacket now removed and his undone tie hanging loosely around his neck. Patrick's hands were currently on the collar of his white button up shirt, undoing the buttons while he walked into the room. From the living room you could still hear the sounds of music playing, it filled the room with the perfect ambiance of how you were certain the rest of the night would play out. And there you sat on the bed, with a satisfied smirk on your face drinking in every moment of it.

a/n: aaaa im so sorry this took so long to get out!!! i still hope everyone enjoys :) i went through like 40 different iterations of this part before finally deciding on this lmfao and i was originally going to end this here but... if anyone wants a final part... maybe where reader finds out anout patrick... or something... lmk :) i kind of enjoy this storyline haha.

some very late pairings for the lovely @izzyneedsabreak ,, thanks sm for the request i hope it makes you smile <33 this is going to get long, so let's go!!

for dead poets society, i'd pair you with...

(romantically)

you and charlie would just make so much sense to me as a couple in that you both seem to have chaotic vibes; charlie more so, obviously, but you work together well in that he manages to pull that chaos out of you. it's not uncommon for the two of you to be found talking animatedly to one another about something, perhaps plotting some sort of late night adventure, or one of his 'smart' ideas to rebel against the iron grip of hellton.

charlie can be quite soft with you though, often when it's just the two of you alone. he'll sneak you into his dorm at least once a week - he kicks cameron out and tells him to sleep on the floor of meeks and pitts' dorm, cameron isn't happy - and will let you lay against his chest as he plays with your hair and listens to you talk about your day. it's nice to see the quieter, more subdued side of charlie dalton, although the loud and obnoxious side is just as lovely.

supports you and your acting so much. you thought he was supportive of neil? it's ten times that. he sits front row for every show he can, bringing a bouquet of your favourite flowers to hand to you the moment you get off stage. before you can even get a word out, he's rattling off so many compliments and praises, genuinely so proud of you and your talent.

he would beg you to come to dead poets meetings and then show you off to the rest of the boys, even if they'd already met you ten times before. he'll endlessly praise you, shooting down any teasing that may come his way. he also definitely recites love poems to you dramatically, kneeling down and grabbing your hands as he tries not to break his serious act.

it's no secret that charlie loves hugs. loves them. he'll pull you into them whenever he can; either grabbing your hands and pulling you into his arms, or wrapping himself around you from behind, even just enveloping you in a hug and refusing to let go. he sways from side to side and hums under his breath.

makes playlists for you with his favourite songs that make him think of you. he pretends not to be flustered when he presents you with it.

you also become the muse of the occasional poems he attempts to write, claiming you can't tell the others or it'll ruin his reputation (it's obvious they're all about you anyways)

and

(platonically)

you and neil would obsess over musical theatre together, and would definitely go to each others' shows whenever possible. you're both constantly singing the soundtracks to your current favourite musicals, something both charlie and todd pretend to hate but actually think is quite entertaining to watch.

you both just get each other; when charlie introduces you to the poets you instantly click, getting along with each other really well (which leaves charlie feeling quite jealous, but shh). you're quite similar in terms of personality and balance each other out well - neil thinks he's found a great friend in you.

doing nothing with neil is a must. you'll spend time just talking about nothing to each other - you tell him stories about charlie, your other friends, your life, and he'll tell you stories in return. you both like sharing funny stories about charlie so that you can embarrass him later on.

neil confides in you quite a lot. not that he doesn't trust the other poets, but he likes that he can get an 'outside' perspective of someone who isn't one of the welton boys. he hopes you feel the same way about him.

writing to him over the summer to ensure he's doing okay, especially considering his situation with his parents.

constant teasing from him about yours and charlie's relationship - any chance this boy has to make a sly comment or quick remark, he's jumping at the chance. it's his favourite hobby at this point.

for the marauders, i'd pair you with...

(romantically)

you and moony are a match made in heaven. remus is absolutely smitten with you, and it's not hard to tell. the marauders are often quite a chaotic bunch and as much as he love them, he also adores the peace and tranquility your presence brings him. suddenly he feels like he doesn't have to go a hundred miles a minute and can take things one step at a time, enjoying the little things with you.

he'll usually read to you, picking your favourite books and letting the words fall from his lips softly as you both curl up together under a blanket late at night in the unusually empty common room, appreciating how cosy and full of love the situation feels. he takes breaks between lines to kiss the top of your head or temple before reading on.

remus appreciates you most after a full moon; you're always the one person he wants to see. you know exactly how to care for him, not making him feel incapable, but also being mindful of how tiring it can be and just allowing him to take time to feel like himself again. he likes that you're more than happy to patch him up, but you don't show him intense pity or guilt, just a desire to make him feel okay again.

this isn't to say your relationship is always soft and sappy, no. the amount of times you've been involved in their pranks and schemes is impressive at this point. they always end with remus grabbing your hand and dragging you along as you run down the corridors, avoiding whichever poor soul had the misfortune of being on the receiving end. muffled giggles are all that can be heard for long after you've found safety.

always wants to be your partner in lessons when possible. before the professor has even finished their sentence, he's locking eyes with you in a silent question. of course, you always want to work with him too. it's the perfect balance of getting shit done and having fun.

a lot of trips to hogsmeade. in the colder months, he'll wrap one of his scarfs around your neck and shove one of his hats onto your head, holding you close as you walk through the streets.

small forms of intimacy; thumbs stroking cheekbones, fingers threading through hair, soft smiles and whispered words. remus loves it all.

and

(platonically)

remus isn't at all surprised at how close you are with james, in fact he expected it from the moment you two met. you and james are good at keeping up with one another, always seemingly on each other's wavelength.

no matter your house, james insists you support gryffindor when a quidditch match is on. he doesn't want to hear any excuses. and if you aren't kitted out in face paint, holding a banner and cheering him on? he'll put on the most over-dramatic, disappointed display you've ever seen. he only stops once you beg for his forgiveness through rolled eyes, and he'll announce with a sigh that his heart will one day mend.

helping james out with his crush on lily is very common; this boy will come to you for advice on anything regarding her, because "you know how this works, you're in a relationship aren't you?" he's totally useless, as endearing as it is, and you and remus have to work together to come up with plans that won't end in embarrassment for your hopeless friend. and when they do get together? double dates of course!

gives amazing birthday and christmas presents. there's something you mentioned you wanted in passing? it's guaranteed james will be presenting it to you with a knowing grin. this boy is great at gift giving.

studying with him is actually quite productive; with you he manages to not get distracted, and you can both get your homework done amidst some friendly chatter and quiet music. he makes sure you take breaks often enough.

very protective. if anyone ever upsets you, whilst remus is comforting you it's guaranteed james will be 'taking care of it' for you. you're his best friend, and he'll be damned if he lets anyone hurt his best friend.

and for six of crows, i'd pair you with...

(romantically)

god nina would adore you. she thinks you're the most perfect person to walk the planet - it was love at first sight 100%. nina's quite a bubbly person, as are you, so there's never a dull moment or a lull in conversation; you always find something to be talking about, something to be doing.

this girl loves being near you, knowing you're close to her and with her. she'll often just take your hand in hers, or rest a head on your shoulder, just to remind herself that you're with her and she's the luckiest person.

she'd love to tell you stories about her heists with the crows just to see the look of wonder and excitement on your face as she recalled some of their greatest ideas, although he made an effort to ensure you never got caught up in their plans and ideas - she wanted to keep you safe, and she promised herself she would.

it doesn't matter how long you two have been together, nina flirts with you like she's still trying to win you over. every morning she'll wake you up with a flirtatious comment and often sends you winks and pick up lines throughout the day, even when it isn't the most appropriate of times.

a lot of bakery dates. nina has an extreme sweet tooth, so going out for hot drinks and waffles is a must in your relationship. she enjoys the calm it brings her.

sings to you quite often, despite the fact that her voice isn't quite the best you've ever heard. if it made you smile, she'd sing a thousand notes terribly off-key.

the worst morning person ever. if you want to wake up on time, it's best to set an alarm half an hour early to account for nina's constant pleas for 'five more minutes' as she pulls you back into her arms. and how could you say no?

and

(platonically)

i feel like i've been pairing you with a lot of big personalities throughout this, but i think you and jesper would be best friends instantly. from the moment jesper meets you, he takes you under his wing and refuses to leave your side. he latches onto you and even if you wanted, you couldn't get rid of him.

obviously, this is jesper, so outlandish adventures around ketterdam are a must despite the rare scoldings from kaz. it's nice to see how harmless much mischief you two can get up to, as jesper's witty personality means the night is full of hushed laughter and jokes. you're often the one who has to pull him away from his attempts at gambling away all of his money - you're the only one he'll listen to, and although he acts annoyed, deep down he's extremely grateful.

if you want to, he'd try to teach you how to use a gun and do the little tricks that he can. this isn't to say he wants you to join them on heists, of course not. but he feels a little safer knowing that, if necessary, you could protect yourself. nina is also thankful for this fact.

he loves to tease you and nina, which usually leads to a back and forth between them whilst you and wylan watch in amusement on the sidelines. it's always from a place of love, though.

calls you the most ridiculous nicknames, usually taken from an inside joke that happened two or more years ago. this boy doesn't let things go.

loves messing with you and teasing you, it's how he shows he cares and appreciates your friendship. he loves when you return this energy.

you're slightly quieter than he is, which he appreciates. he often feels like he can take a moment and calm down around you, making him not as impulsive. he thinks he's become a better person since the two of you became friends, often mentioning how you've rubbed off on him.

im hoping you enjoyed these bestie!! i rly hope i haven't somehow completely misinterpreted your personality through our chats,, but based on the vibes u give me this is what i'd have to say!!! :D

CEO I ii

Prompt: Spoiling your sugar baby is easy to get away with when you’re the ceo

Genre: mostly fluff, a bit of angst, small portion of smut

Pairing: sugar baby!haechan x ceo!reader (kinda gender-neutral)

Word count: 1814

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, Prequel to CEO and dedicated to the actual CEO of SM: @hotlinehyuck​

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The minute you walked into the office, Haechan’s breath stopped. He knew the new CEO was gonna be way younger the previous ones, but he didn’t expect someone who was this young and this ethereal.

He tried to stare at you as much as possible, but whenever he tried, he was met with your eyes staring right back at him. The meeting ended and he tried his best not to fall on the way to the door, as he felt his knees getting weaker by the second.

“Haechan, do you have a sec?” He heard you call after him, making him nervously turn around to face you and answer.

“I have a lot of secs.”, causing his hyungs to laugh right before they left the two of you alone in the office. 

“I mean, I have a lot of time, ceo-nim.” He awkwardly corrected.

“It’s okay, Haechan, you don’t have to be this nervous around me. I don’t bite.” You laughed “Not unless you want me to, of course.” You added, making his already warm face heat up even more. 

“Now, I saw some of the demos you sang for other groups and I must say, the idea of you singing a whole song by yourself has been on my mind for a while now. I was hoping you would be into it.” You said, watching him intensely. 

“I would love to!” He said, his smile lighting up the room. 

“Great! I propose we discuss this over dinner?” You asked, making him flustered once again “I would love that as well.” He replied, hoping you didn’t hear the squeal in his tone.

You definitely heard. 

“Be ready at 6, okay? I’ll get someone to pick you up at your dorms.” You said, grabbing your stuff and walking to the door. 

“Oh, and wear something fancy.” You added before exiting. 

Haechan just stared at the ground and tried to process the idea that the CEO just asked him out. The very attractive new young CEO. Asked him out. As if his comment about having lots of secs wasn’t enough material to tease him.

Time jump

He stared at himself in the mirror, trying to adjust his tie for the 15th time. 

“Stop worrying, you still have a lot of secs till you have to go on your little date.” Johnny commented, causing the younger one to roll his eyes and run his tongue on the inside of his cheek, fighting back a smile. 

“Hyung, for the last time, we’re going over some song ideas, that’s all.” He said, trying to hide the excitement in his voice.

“How come the young annoying one gets a date before me?” Doyoung commented from couch, causing Haechan to send him a death glare as he approached him.

“Now, now, don’t want to ruin your suit for your date.” Doyoung teased, knowing this was one of the few chances he got to tease him as much as he is doing now. 

“Laugh all you want, but when I’m dating the CEO, you’re all becoming jobless.” He tired back before he heard a knocking at the door. 

“Have fun on your date! But, remember, no funny business on the first date!” Taeyong yelled as Haechan exited the dorms, fighting back his smile.

He got into the car and was driven to the fancy restaurant, which Johnny was reading about yesterday. Only the elite of the elite could get in, the food was prepared by the best chefs out there and rumor has it, one steak costs as much as a Lamborghini. It was located on the 15th floor, because apparently, they wanted to be closer to heaven while you taste their godtier food. His eyes widened at the realization of where he was.

“So nice to see you, ready to go?” You asked, getting up from your seat and offering him a glass of champagne. 

“Um, I guess.” He said, still starstruck by the restaurant, he took the glass from your hand and noticed your attire. If he didn’t think you were the hottest person he’s seen before, he sure does now. 

“It’s Pinot Noir, but I can get you a Chardonnay if you’d prefer that.” You commented, noticing his mind was more occupied with looking at you than the champagne in his hands.

“Oh, that, it’s fine.” He nervously smiled.

 “Good, well, come on, the song isn’t going to discuss itself.” You reminded, taking his free hand and guiding him to the table you reserved near the window, which had the best view of the city. 

“Wow.” Haechan commented, still not believing he was there. 

“Order whatever you want, my treat.” You said, snapping him out of his trance as you both sat down.

You discussed the song as you intended, but you couldn’t fight the smile creeping on your face at the excited boy across from you. 

“CEO-nim, I-” “Call me y/n, please.” You cut him off before drinking more of the champagne. 

“Y/n, do you take every artist here to discuss their songs?” He asked making you chuckle.

 “Only the cute ones, who have a lot of secs.” You joked, smirking at him before continuing your meal.

“Oh god, that’s gonna stick, isn’t it.” He laughed.

And so, one dinner turned into two, then three, next thing you know, you were “discussing” the song at your apartment, and by discussing, I mean making out on your bed to the melody of the song, which he insisted was “checking if the melody was hot enough for him to sing on.” and oh boy, it was. 

Two months have passed from the first time you had dinner together, and you were still spoiling him with expensive gifts and gourmet food. He felt like he was on cloud Nine, all he had to do was tell you he wants a new jacket and you would be at the mall, buying each and every one he liked.

You even took him on your “business trips” and “accidentally” book only one room. He was being spoiled and he was enjoying way too much for his own good. 

“Oh, that feels so good.” Haechan moaned as you took him into your mouth. You slowly bobbed your head, making him whine. 

“Please, please, stop teasing, I need it.” He moaned, trying to get you to take all of him inside your mouth. “Patience, babe.” You said, licking the side of his dick, causing him to whimper. 

You finally sped up your pace after 3 minutes of his whining, touching yourself in the process, as your hand worked on yourself and your mouth worked on him, your felt a wave of pleasure, causing you to moan onto his dick. 

“Oh, please do that again, it felt so good.” He plead, causing your hand to move faster as you approached your climax. After your high, you heard Haechan announce he was going to cum. 

“Swallow.” He simply moaned before you felt his cum in your mouth. 

“Such a good sugar baby, were you hoping on getting another headset if you behaved?” You asked, kissing him before getting dressed.

“Something like that.” He replied, breathless. You left your room and brought back two glasses of champagne. When you came back, you saw Haechan fully clothed and staring at your wall.

“You know, I have never been to Italy.” Haechan announced as he stared at your new paintings which were delivered straight from there. 

“I’ll take you some time.” You said, handing him a glass of Pinot Noir while wrapping your arm around his waist and looking at the painting. 

“Like this weekend?” He asked, turning to look at you and downing the sparkling beverage. 

“You’re so impatient, you know that? You’re lucky I can’t say no to you.” You chuckled, emptying your own glass.

“So it’s a date?” He asked, turning his whole body towards you “It’s a date, baby.” You answered as he quickly kissed you before gasping.

“What am I gonna wear?” He asked “As if your closet isn’t 3 shirts away from exploding, thanks to me.” You teased, causing him to chuckle.

“You love me.” He reminded.

“I sure do.” You said “I’m gonna get myself another glass, you want one?” You quickly added.

You kept confirming your love for him, if it wasn’t obvious already, but he never said it back. You weren’t sure if he was just too shy or if he actually had no feelings for you.

Maybe you were a fool for expecting him to feel something, it’s not like you’re officially dating, but it hurt. It hurt knowing you loved him, him knowing and not saying anything back. Maybe you were reading too much into it.

“No, thanks. I should get going, it’s getting pretty late.” He said, walking towards you to kiss you one more time before leaving.

 “Night, babe.” He quickly said before exiting, leaving you alone with your bottle of champagne. You looked at the glass, at the bottle, glass, bottle, you ended up saying fuck it and just taking the bottle with you. 

Haechan got to the dorms and asked Jaehyun if they had any alcohol he could borrow. 

“Why are you asking me? Do you think I’m some sort of an alcoholic who has bottles of wine just layin-they’re in my room in the cooler.” Jaehyun said, feeling defeated after Haechan gave him the “bro, spill” look.

After getting the bottle, he put it on the table and poured himself and Jaehyun a glass before sighing and downing it all in one go. 

“Woah there, buddy. You alright there?” Jaehyun asked, chuckling at the younger’s state.

“Y/N keeps telling me about loving me and I don’t know what to do. I mean, I thought all the kissing and skinship was a way of saying “thanks for the gifts, glucose guardian.”, you know? But maybe it was more than that?” The confused boy replied.

“And we’re going to Italy this weekend.” he added.

“So, you don’t lov-” “I don’t know, hyung! I thought I was sticking around because of the gifts but now, I’m not so sure. Hyung, it’s just something about the way I smile the second y/n pops into my head, it feels like it’s not just the gifts I like.” He cut off before pouring himself another glass.

“Tell y/n that you’re in love, you clearly are. I’m sure y/n will be happy to hear it.” Jaehyun chuckled, pushing the glass towards Haechan, motioning him to pour him one too. 

“I don’t know, hyung. What if-” “No what ifs, if you don’t confess before, you’re gonna confess in Italy! After Italy, I’m doing it for you!” Jaehyun explained, making Haechan furrow his eyebrows.

“Come on, trust me, I’m Valentine boy!” Jaehyun added, making Haechan laugh as they brought their glasses together. 

“Cheers to confessing then!” Haechan said as they both emptied their glasses.

A/N: this is a prequel, so what happened before he confessed his feelings, if you want to hear his confession, go check out part 1 and if this gets enough notes, I’ll write something small for their adventures in Italy, who knows

I hope you enjoyed reading this because I had a blast writing it. This concept makes me weak tbh.

And now, for no absolute reason, I will give every Gorillaz song from the main 6 studio albums my rating from 1-10

Self-Titled

Re-Hash: 7.5/10

Bopping tune, 2D doing his own backup vocals make me swoon, Noodle is great as always, no one really knows what the lyrics are but they’re valid

5/4: 6/10

Better than average,not the best song i’ve ever heard but still pretty good, kinda uncomfy with Noodle screaming about someone turning her dad on, drumbeat makes me wanna dance, wished they couldve made the music video

Tomorrow Comes Today: 7/10

The kind of song that gets stuck in your head all day, love the overall sad tone, music video makes me laugh now bc that one murdoc gif, makes me cry when i have depressive episodes

New Genius (Brother): 7.5/10

Love 2D’s voice in it, lyrics hit home a little bit for me, have never skipped this song tbh, overall pretty good song

Clint Eastwood: 8.5/10

I literally know all the words, I love the rap, iconic, there’s a reason it’s popular, Del is everything

Man Research (Clapper): 3/10

oooo boy i’m gonna get shit for this one, i always skip this song, i can’t stand the whole “yeah yeah” thing, the only great part about this song is the “tHiS Is a bReAkFaSt ClUuUuuUB!”

Punk: 6.5/10

gets me turnt, toooooo short, tbh i like any song where 2D yells

Sound Check (Gravity): 9/10

looooove this song, gives me body chills when the drums kick in, love the deep ass voice, overall emo kid bop

Double Bass: 8/10

nice jam, I like listening to this when I do homework or art, relaxing

Rock The House: 8/10

legit makes me get up and dance, great rhythm, music video is beautiful

19/2000: 9/10

amazing bop, gets me pumped, iconic af, first gorillaz song i ever heard and first music video i ever saw, n o o d l e

Latin Simone: 7/10

I don’t speak spanish so i cant really sing along, love the feel of it, will listen on repeat, prefer the english version but im biased

Starshine: 6.5/10

idk I don’t really listen to this one, not a bad song i just wouldn’t play it on repeat or actively look for it, i do like the vocals

Slow Country: 8.5/10

love the feeling this song gives me, kinda like im just floating, super chill song to get high to, have never skipped this song, i like the lyrics

M1A1: 8/10

super fun song to sing along with, honestly the best song they couldve ever chosen to start a concert, he   s c r e a m

OVERALL SCORE FOR SELF-TITLED: 7.5 (rounded up)

Demon Days

Last Living Souls: 9/10

absolute favourite song on the album, breakdown gives me chills, constantly changing it’s tune and i love it, the basssss <3

Kids With Guns: 6/10

I love singing the chorus, great song to have in the background, chill af

O Green World: 7.5/10

i love the instrumental of this one, vocals give me chills, kinda wish you could hear the singing more tho

Dirty Harry: 6.5/10

bopping beat, i love the rap part, overall not really the type of song i’d play on repeat but not bad

Feel Good Inc: 8/10

first and foremost the fucking bass of this song is the reason i’m learning bass, chorus gives me chills, kinda overused but i understand

El Manana: 6/10

kind of a meh song for me personally, not a bad one just not the greatest

Every Planet We Reach Is Dead: 9/10

banger, the reason im also learning guitar, vocals are on point, has made me cry before

November Has Come: 7/10

love the chorus, rap is kinda meh for me, i like the beat

All Alone: 5/10

not really a song i listen to, i like the bloopy noises

White Light: 4/10

I always skip this one tbh, better than man research but not by much

DARE: 6.5/10

this song haunts my dreams, its like the best kind of elevator music, on another note you fucking go noodle

Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey’s Head: 7.5/10

I WANNA BE A COWBOY BABY, narrative is really fucking good tho

Don’t Get Lost In Heaven: 8/10

beautiful, usually dont like gospel-esque music but i love this, gives me chills

Demon Days: 6.5/10

not my favourite tbh, meh for me

OVERALL SCORE FOR DEMON DAYS: 6.5 (rounded up)

Plastic Beach

Welcome to the World of the Plastic Beach: 7.5/10

i love snoop dogg, also this song gives me good vibes

White Flag: 5/10

ehhhh not a fan of this one, i usually skip it, i like the orchestra tho

Rhinestones Eyes: 8.5/10

i fucking love this song, great tune great vocals, i never skip it, i even got my boyfriend to start loving this song even tho he doesnt really like gorillaz

Stylo: 9/10

jesus this song, makes my heart hurt, i absoultely long singing along to this, his voiceeeee, bobby womack!

Superfast Jellyfish: 8.5/10

quirky af, i love de la soul in this one a lot, have never skipped this

Empire Ants: 9/10

so beautiful, has made me cry, both of their voices are so soft and lovely ugh

Glitter Freeze: 6/10

starts off strong but when it starts sounding like a drill i usually yeet out

Some Kind Of Nature: 8/10

used to be my favourite until i started listening to the album more, 2d’s part is so soulful omg

On Melancholy Hill: 8.5/10

so sad and amazing, music video is probably my favourite, is me and my best mate’s “song”

Broken: 9/10

ugh beautiful, i know all the words and always sing them loud af, has never skipped this song, honestly is everything

Sweepstakes: 5.5/10

not a big fan, i usually skip this one, not a horrible song just not for me

Plastic Beach: 7.5/10

love it, better at the beginning than the end, still a bop

To Binge: 10/10

WHEEEW BOY, i love this song, its so sad and amazing and gay jesus christ, the best thing murdoc has ever done

Cloud of Unknowing: 7/10

soulful and beautiful, again bobby womack!!

Pirate Jet: 7/10

i love the tune bc it gets me feeling ~spooky~, lyrics dont really make sense but thats okay

OVERALL SCORE FOR PLASTIC BEACH: 7.5 (rounded up)

The Fall

Phoner to Arizona: 8/10

gets me bopping and grooving, great music to play in the background while writing or doing art, my go to for when i draw or need background sound while I relax

Revolving Doors: 9.5/10

OOF, it so sad and it makes me feel things, i scream the lyrics errytime

Hillbilly Man: 10/10

fell in love with this the second I heard it, has been my favourite song of all time for over 2 years now, will never skip it in my life, i yearn to learn the guitar 

 Detroit: 6.5/10

generally a good happy bop, usually play it as background sound

Shy-Town: 6/10

nice to the ear, i don’t really like the prerecorded vocals of 2D but when Damon sung it live it sounds much better

Little Pink Plastic Bags: 8/10

i love it ugh, relaxing af, will never skip

The Joplin Spider: 9/10

big love for this song, its just soooo goooood

The Parish Of Space Dust: 7.5/10

big cowboy energy, sounds so sweet, 2D’s voice is unnnf

The Snake In Dallas: 7/10

good for when you wanna party but you’re depressed and can only stay in bed, love the little robotic sounds

Amarillo: 9.5/10

i meeeean what can i say, this song is so sad and gay and beautiful, ive cried while listening it this, will never skip

The Speak It Mountains: 7.5/10

this track is really weird and creepy and kind of not a song but i adore it anyway

 Aspen Forest: 8/10

beautiful sounds, the piano is so soothing, will play this on repeat while i zone out

Bobby In Phoenix: 9/10

i wanna cry every single time i hear this bobby come back

California and the Slipping of the Sun: 7.5/10

this song so so pretty and i cry every time ugh, he sounds so fed up im sorry pretty boy

Seattle Yodel: ???

what

OVERALL SCORE FOR THE FALL: 8 (rounded down)

Humanz

Ascension: 8.5/10

absolute banger, i get pumped everytime this comes on, skys falling bb

Strobelite: 7.5/10

i used to hate this song but then the music video came out and i tried it again and now i love it dont @ me

Saturnz Barz: 9/10

theres so much i could say about this song ans the mv unf

Momentz: 9/10

banger, i dance like a maniac every time i hear it, will never skip

Submission: 8/10

gives me a good chance to work on high notes, makes my skin tingly

Charger: 8.5/10

2D’s voice is so griity and i can help myself

Andromeda: 8.5/10

I’ve never skipped this song, has made me cry, makes me dance

Busted And Blue: 9/10

has made me cry several times, vocals are everything, will never skip

Carnival: 7/10

is a bop, don’t really listen to it much anymore but it’s alright

Let Me Out: 8/10

i love it, one of my favourites to rap with

Sex Murder Party: 4/10

ehhh dont like this one, i always skip it

She’s My Collar: 8.5/10

i dont want to admit the things 2D’s voice in this makes me wanna do

Hallelujah Money: 7.5/10

hated this at first, grew to love, very soothing

We Got The Power: 9.5/10

gets me FUCKING PUMPED, we do got the power fuckers

OVERALL SCORE FOR HUMANZ: 8.5 (rounded down)

The Now Now

Humility: 8.5/10

summer bop, makes me wanna dance, have never skipped

Tranz: 9.5/10

i love singing along to this bc it makes me feel sexy oops, always screams the lyrics

Hollywood: 7/10

not a huge fan of this but ill listen to it, favourite part is the chorus, also snoop doggy dogg

Kansas: 9/10

oof this song makes me cry, i always scream this 

Sorcererz: 7.5/10

ooo them vocals thooo, makes me relaxed

Idaho: 8.5/10

i love this song sm, one of my favourites of all time to sing, i wanna learn the guitar for this

Lake Zurich: 8/10

I love to listen to this while relaxing or writing, makes me wanna dance, COWBELL

Magic City: 8.5

always dancing to this, billboards on the moooon

Fireflies: 10/10

yall saw this coming, i always cry, its so somber, in close competition w HillBilly Man for my all time favourite

One Percent: 6.5/10

only song on the album i would skip and it isnt even that bad

Souk Eye: 10/10

its so gay and sad i love it sm

OVERALL SCORE FOR THE NOW NOW: 8.5 (rounded up)

So after months of me saying i’d rate the songs in order I finally did! Now keep in my the overall scores are averages, my personal rating for each album is:

Self-Titled: 8/10

Demon Days: 7/10

Plastic Beach: 8.5/10

The Fall: 8/10

Humanz: 7.5/10

The Now Now: 9/10

thanks for reading, i did this so i wouldn’t have to write an essay oops! <3

Just Pinned to Admission Test: Patriotism Essay Composition and Paragraph For Students Patriotism Paragraph: Patriotism is a noble virtue. It inspires a man to do everything for the wellbeing of the country. It is a quality that impels a man to sacrifice his own interest comfort pleasure and even his life for the sake of his country. A true patriot performs many duties for the country and compatriots. He is dutiful energetic and enthusiastic. He obeys the law pays taxes regularly and thinks for the country. He has profound love and sympathy for the compatriots. He always thinks for the development of the country. On the other hand an unpatriotic man causes harm to the country and compatriots. He is self-centered. He engages all his time in achieving his own interest. He is an enemy to the liberty and sovereignty of the country. He is hated by all. On the contrary a patriot is praised and honored by his compatriots because people consider him as their real friend. We should devote ourselves for the convenience of the country and compatriots. patriot Short PATRIOTISM Paragraph Hazrat Mohammad (Sm.) the Prophet of Islam said that Patriotism is a part of ones belief in Allah. According to the Sanskrit proverb ones mother and motherland are greater even than heaven. Patriotism means Love for ones native country. It is one of the great human virtues. Every nation or country needs patriots for its progress and prosperity. Patriots love their country and devote themselves to the welfare of their country. Ours is a poor and undeveloped country. It is beset with many problems. For solving these problems and turning this country into a prosperous one we need to have and practice patriotism. Supreme sacrifice and devotion are required on the part of the citizens of this country. Patriotism is a desirable (plat) virtue (H) but it should not overcome Pull our love for all humanity. It should be ensured that patriotism is not used by criminals (অপরধ) and scoundrels (দবতত; নতহন) for the evil purpose. In the past we have seen many cities to be ruined and many nations to be destroyed in the name of patriotism. Such things should never happen again. We should remain alert about it. BEST PATRIOTISM ESSAY Topics [Introduction. Characteristics. The feeling of patriotism. The influence of patriotism. The dignity of patriotism. Conclusion] Man can not live without love. The heart is made only to love to love ownself the family the other people of the society. In some cases he loves by choice or on condition. But there is one thing that he loves for no return his country. And this love is called patriotism. : Patriotism is mans inherent characteristic. The soil water sky air environment cultureall these things of a specific country nourish the people living therein. So mans body mind soul-the total beingis nurtured by various elements of his country. Consequently the love that he has for his country is full of gratefulness dutifulness and responsibility. Since all his wealth and achievement are a contribution to him by his country a patriot never hesitates to give away his wealth power reputation even his life for the good of his country. Thus patriotism becomes a part and parcel of his own identity. Patriotism is pure love. It is more than human love for other individual human beings. In the words of Edwin Arnold I love my life true but not more than I love my motherland. To be more specific the characteristics of which ornament patriotism include self-devotion boldness simplicity unconditionality gratefulness dutifulness respect responsibility and unselfishness. In times of danger or dependence a true patriot becomes ready to sacrifice everything. He does not hesitate a moment to sacrifice his wealth power happiness and all such. Selected Essays mundane possessions to protect the fame and independence of his country. As long as he is not able to regain the lost fame and independence of his country life seems unbearable to him. He falls on the enemies most fearlessly and ferociously like a valiant and no self-centered thought of selfishness can hinder him. To establish discipline happiness and to ensure affluence in peace times the patriot works his best towards the accomplishment of the overall goals of his country by exerting all his might honesty and capability. The incurable impetus in his mind drives him towards the fulfillment of his desire. Another major characteristic of patriotism is that of the patriot his own country is the best of all in the world. He compares his country to no other country in the world to justify her supremacy. To him the soil of his country is poorer than gold. He loves a dog of his motherland more than a priest of another country. To him the appeal of patriotism is beyond all reasoning. The patriotism of poets and authors is most reflected in their love of Nature and her beauty. They discern an inseparable bond of their motherland with their hearts; they compose songs poems stories novels and dramas on various beautiful aspects of their motherland. They thus render their patriotism imperishable and reflectable in the hearts of others. The feeling of a patriot about his motherland is best analogized by the feeling of a son about his mother. This feeling however gets much intensified in times of danger of the motherland or during the separation of the patriot from his motherland. Two noble diseases attack the patriot homesickness and nostalgia. The germ of these diseases retains in them the very essence of love and patriotism. The calmest aspect of patriotism takes shape in humble surrender like an innocent child. From this very sense of surrender does arise in him a sense of security and satisfaction. He breathes out: O the soil of my motherland To you I bow down my head and surrender my hand. Patriotism makes a man great grateful unselfish. It induces one to sacrifice everything-even his life to feel an in men oneness with all the racial economic or cultural differences. Narrowness fear superstition all these are broomed away by the forceful gust of patriotic love and emotion. If we look at the history we can see many patriots who laid down their lives for their motherland but their glory and nobleness are not at all clouded even today. For example Titumir the lion-hearted patriot fought the well-armed and well-equipped English soldiers only relying on his own patriotism boldness and confidence. Titumir was killed but not defeated. He died only to escape death forever. Being instigated by the same patriotic feeling Mir Kashim held his sword against the English and died. Haji Muhammad Muhsin the great philanthropic religious person of the sub-continent gave away all his wealth to the well-being of people of his motherland. He had tried hard to do good to his countrymen till the very day of his death. The most outstanding example of patriotic sacrifice would be left unmentioned if the sacrifice of the freedom-fighters of 1952 and 1971 were not referred to. These golden sons of Bangladesh have made a unique history of patriotism which the nation will never forget. Such an example of patriotism indeed is rare in the worlds history. A patriot is the most honourable man in the society. Even if he dies for the sake of his country he remains alive in the hearts of people. But it is to be remembered that patriots are not always to be looked for in the history; they can be seen all over the country and always. We all should respect them the perfect way. Patriotism Essay in Easy Words Topics: (Introduction Who is a patriot Patriotism should be put into practice It should not make a man narrow-minded Conclusion) Patriotism is one of the virtues of men. It means the love of ones motherland. It is a noble sentiment and a national virtue. The man who lacks it has indeed a dead soul. As Sir Walter Scott says: BREATHES there the man with soul so dead who never to himself hath said This is my own my native land: Patriotism: A true patriot loves his country and countrymen from the core of his heart. He is always ready to sacrifice his life for the welfare of his country. Everybody likes a patriot but hates a selfish man. A selfish man can not love his native country. He may be rich but nobody respects him. He may have vast wealth many titles but he is forgotten by all. Nobody laments for him and sings his praise. He is sometimes condemned as an enemy to the country. He seeks his own interest. But everybody praises a patriot. He places his country above everything. He is respected by his countrymen. He will be remembered from generation to generation. He is ever honored all over the world. Patriotism inflames a spirit of perfect sacrifice in a man. So we should practice the value of patriotism. If the national leaders the teachers the lawyers the doctors and the common people of the country are patriotic and understand the value of patriotism it will be easy to develop a country. Patriotism makes a man great grateful and unselfish. False patriotism is very dangerous. Many crimes have been committed in the name of patriotism. The word patriotism has been so much misused to fulfill the most selfish aims and narrow passions that Dr. Johnson said in disgust Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel. Every one of us should do something for the good and welfare of the country. We should bear in mind that mother and motherland are superior to heaven. So we should love and respect our country as well as those of others on the basic principles of coexistence. PATRIOTISM COMPOSITION /H2> Introduction: Hazrat Muhammad (Sm.) the Prophet of Islam said that Patriotism (6 ottela) is a part of ones belief in Allah. According to Sanskrit proverb ones mother and motherland are greater even than heaven. Patriotism means Love for ones native country. It is one of the great human virtues. Sir Walter Scott the famous English Poet wrote Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said This is my own my native land Whose heart hath neer within him burned At home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign land. A Patriot: A patriot is one who has patriotism. In other words one who loves and serves (C771 PCT) his country is a patriot. A patriot has certain qualities He loves his country more than his own life. He is ready to serve his motherland in every possible way. He is a grateful (Powe) man who is willing to repay the debt of his homeland by sacrificing (Fett) even his life for the welfare and emancipation of his mother country. He is a man of a superior breed who possesses sacrificing attitude and devotes (নযজত কর) himself for truth justice (নযযবচর) and freedom. Necessity of Patriotism: Every nation or country needs patriots for its progress and prosperity . Patriots love their country and devote themselves to the welfare of their country. Ours is a poor and undeveloped country. It is beset with many problems. For solving these problems and turning this country into a prosperous one we need to have and practice patriotism. Supreme Sacrifice and devotion is required on the part of the citizens of this country. Demerits: Patriotism beyond the limit of reason and justice can lead to wars with other nations. World War-II broke out as a result of Hitlers aggressive patriotism. In one of the letters to his friends George Washington wrote. A great and lasting war can never be supported on this principle (patriotism) alone. Great writer and philosopher Bernard Shaw said You will never have a quiet world till you knock this patriotism out of the human race. Patriotism may also make us unfair and ungenerous in our estimation of other people. Every nation or country has its distinctive quote characteristics and specialties. Every nation has the valuable contribution to the progress of human civilization. It is foolish and unjust (অনযয) to belittle (হন কর) a nation though it is very small. Conclusion: Patriotism is a desirable virtue but it should not overcome our love for all humanity. It should be ensured that patriotism is not used by criminals (অপরধ) and scoundrels (দবতত; নতহন) for the evil purpose. In the past we have seen many cities to be ruined and many nations to be destroyed in the name of patriotism. Such things should never happen again. We should remain alert about it. https://ift.tt/2mfYMSV