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flordeamatista · 2 years

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𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚

pairing: Park Ranger!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

concept: Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: yandere!Ari, soft dark Ari, soft!dom!Ari, desire, exhibition (lake smut), body worship, lust, stalking, soft handjob smut, poetic smut - p in v smut, unprotected sex, possessive behaviour, Masturbating, obsessive behavior, kisses, orgasms because Ari is Ari, nicknames = Sunshine

a/n: It's for Synth's Writer's Camp, @syntheticavenger, thank you so much for your guidance and I am always in awe of your storytelling.

This fic is also dedicated to @ lookiamtryingbecause you have been a constant source of support for me, and our silly rants about our men inspired Park Ranger Ari.

gif by the lovely @ lilacevansI adore you and appreciate you making me this gif

lovely betas: @writing-for-marvel

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There is no ribbon to bind me down underwater. I can feel nothing on my body.

Before running to the water, you glanced around, knowing your nudity. A smile spread across your face as you felt the refreshing sensation on your skin.

Your body glides smoothly over the surface of the water as you dive and slide through it with ease. Swimming through the shimmering waters, you saw swirls of light and ripples of gold encircling you.

Your visit to the lake was a joy because of its vibrant blue color, but also because of the crisp, piney scent in the air.

The waves created an ambient noise.

Your entire head was immersed, and there was no sound reverberating around you. It was a peaceful underwater world, and you needed that serenity. Over the last couple of weeks, there has been chaos, so you decided it was time to find peace and tranquility.

You immediately felt the coolness, flushes, and silkiness of the water as it travelled from your hair to your skin.

In her art, she is dressed in the warm sunlight that dances on her skin

Sunlight illuminated the lake where his lady was swimming, glistening like pearls off the water. A mythical mermaid emerges from the water after diving and resurfacing with curves that sparkle across the surface. Your shoulders and nipples pierced the surface of the water. Your hair fanned back as you broke the surface.

It is a beautiful sight to see.

All he needs is your touch and closeness.

You glow like a siren in the sun with the light reflecting off your damp skin.

There is a burning sensation in my body and the water is cleansing for his touch to rekindle his mark on me

Closing your eyes, you enter a dreamlike world.

There is still a sense of Ari around you. You can feel the heat of his body behind you, and his breath caresses your neck. You feel comforted by the way his strong arms embrace you.

You can picture how his soft, large hands grasp you. His fingers trace patterns from your elbow to your fingertips as he trails them along your arm. Your fingers are entwined in his, his eyes twinkling as he surrounds them with his thick ones.

Every time the water whispers memories around your body, you feel every touch of his hands as they drift over you, making you tremble and shiver for his touch.

While your eyes were still closed, a light splash landed in the center of the lake. Trees and clouds that framed the lake were distorted as he approached.

Call of love's siren.

You steadied your gaze on the slowly approaching ripples with your right arm grasping your right breast and your elbow covering the left.

Inhaling deeply and letting go of your tense muscles, you let the air out of your lungs.

A second splash.

Ari slapped the water from the same direction even though he was only a few feet away. From the rippled craters in the water, you watched a slow movement gradually creep toward your position while cupping your breasts tenderly. The only thing moving in your body was your breathing. You were paralyzed as the water around you cooled down, sending a shock of silent shivers through your nerve tunnels.

When you opened your eyes and smiled, you saw crystal blue eyes in front of you.

Seeing the sunlight brightening your eyes, he touches your body. You feel the heat of Ari's hands brushing against your skin as the water ripples over your shoulders and encircles your waist.

“Sweet Sweet Sunshine, I am here to take all the thoughts in your pretty head and make them only about me.”

His mouth is also warm, a softness that draws you in as he nibbles across the arching bow of your upper lip.

My love for you is more than a thousand words.

His hands trace the curves and dips of your silhouette. His hands find your bottom as you wrap your legs around his waist. There is a slight twitch in his hips, and there is a small amount of friction that is enjoyable-but not enough to satisfy him. After breaking the kiss, Ari ducks his head and kisses the tops of your breasts as they rise out of the water with your back arching.

As your hands skim over his forearms and biceps, he feels his pectoral muscles bunch as he cradles you in the water, positioning you according to his taste.

Being in his arms in this beautiful water is freedom.

He stares at your loving gaze as you cup his face and stroke his hair, leaving a trace of water on his cheeks.

Whenever I kiss you, I feel as hot as fire and I will never get tired of your lovely scent.

Taking him hard in your hand, you tease him around your entrance, watching his chest quiver with small breaths. Taking hold of his length, your fingers feel the tingle of hunger as he squeezes impatiently against your hips.

As he steadily moves into your body, you exhale as you gasp for breath, sparking heat and sensation up your spine. Slowly, he presses into you, creating a long, sinuous curve that extends throughout your body. Soft moans followed by ripples of water almost completely obscuring your bodies.

You can feel Ari's hands everywhere—stroking over your nipples, pressing into your back's dimples, grounding your spirit, encouraging you, and always being there for you. He sucks his lower lip into yours in response to your soft moan.

Placing your forehead against his, you whisper, "You feel amazing, Ranger," and he nods.

A world of waters awaits Ari and you

With his hands sliding down to the front of his pants, Ari clutches himself through denim. It's like he's there with you, sneaking into the lake and putting his arms around you from behind. It is impossible that he is imagining the way you look at him, the way you did when you checked into the park.

No, why would you come to his park to undress? It's clear to him that you came for him.

The skin on your body is very soft. He knows that because he felt it when you signed your name on the sign in sheet and your fingers touched. His mind wanders to how it would be to be pressed up against you, bare-chested, nothing but skin and lips, as he has pictured it in his jeep at the nature trails searching for you.

He groans harder, breathing heavily. The echoes of the forest do little to muffle the moan. He wants badly to feel your thighs around his waist and your arms around his neck, something imagination cannot quite capture: slipping into you.

His desire to know these things has been long-held, and now he has a sudden image in front of him, accompanied by the knowledge that you are so nearby that he could very easily jump all the rocks and go into the lake with you. The only one who can have you is him.

His hand ceases to knead, and he reluctantly pulls it away.

In spite of his body's cries for stimulation, he forces himself to control those desires.

Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

Tonight is a pleasure to be in, but it isn't now. His love for you can be expressed to him when he comes down to your tent for dinner. That's why you teased him this afternoon, he knows.

His gaze returns to you once more.

You seem at peace. You seem so relaxed.

During your stay, he will ensure you have the most relaxed experience of your life. Using his body and love, he will relieve your stress.

In the future, you two will be able to tell the kids about your camping adventure.

His pleasure is in the woods, and you will be the wind he welcomes with peace

The words echoed on the breeze, softly, gently, almost too faint to hear. You look around nervously, fingering your knife without thinking. By the full moon, shadows dance between the trees.The fire crackles and sparks fly into the air, a piece of burned wood falling and sending more sparks flying.

The fire is reflecting in the blue eyes of the ranger as he carries a rope in his hands and is ready to tie you down. He will make sure you both live until the end because you are his pearl of light and you will not swim away from him this time.

In this dark blue night sky, you will be his ride and and journey to every part of this park. because a ranger needs someone to share the beauty of nature with.

His shadow would no longer surround him, but you would be on your knees for him every blue day and night.

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angelstate · 5 months

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“Devotion And Death”

Genre: Angst. No comfort.

Pairing: Simon Riley x Sargeant!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: Suicidal ideation, Mention of Death, Religious symbolism. (is not used in regards to dictate reader's or character's religion in the story but with the intent of a more dramatic and poetic narration)

Synopsis: “Devotion to loving causes souls to grieve, even the one's who haven't died yet. Devotion and Death walk side by side in the heart of those who have been hurt by lost.”

disclaimer: this is not the finished product, I'm attempting to finish it soon but i thought it would be nice share what I've written so far! xx

“Death catches up to everyone.”

Simon could feel your stare on him, hear your tears hit the floor, breaking the silence of the ambient in a heart wrecking way that made his entire soul twist in pain.

He took a deep breath at this, it was the middle of the battlefield, it was the middle of a horrible war and there you were. Crying silently, the now wet soil in front of your feet being the only other proof that your tears were falling.

Simon couldn't move, couldn't breath, couldn't grip his rifle any tighter than he already was. It was like he was stucked in time, not being able to react to the sight infront of him.

he saw the way your hands shook in each side of your tired body, the way you couldn't stop blinking repeatedly to try and get rid of the wet liquid falling from your eyes like an open faucet.

Oh, how he hated the sight before him...

You looked so unbelievably lost, like a child searching for it's parents on the amusement park, so many things that were beautiful becoming terrifying before your eyes. The night sky feeling like monster ready to creep up on you and swallow you whole.

You were as conflicted as he was, as dumbfounded, as tired, as wrecked...as lost.

It felt like a betrayal to be in the middle of this place, bullets decorating the floor, perforations on the few standing walls around you made by said discarded bullets.

It was nothing like home and yet, the only person you needed to feel like at home seemed to be...not anything close to a safe place.

"Are you alright, Sarg?" Simon asked with his usual cold tone, not being able to put an ounce of emotion for your so obvious need of comfort

You nodded once but then stood there, like a kid who had a nightmare, waiting to be noticed, to be called, to be coddled, cuddled, to be lulled to sleep.

Sometimes you wished you had never become a soldier, that you had stayed in college, made friends, got a normal job...got a life where the closest you were to war was what you saw on TV...Too far away to go into the battlefield, too safe to ever see a gun.

You shuffled in your place, not facing him anymore, your side profile only visible for him in the darkness drowning your bodies, the wetness of your cheeks noticeable by the moonlight shinning on your face.

Simon didn't knew how to comfort you, didn't knew how to dry your tears, feed your soul, ease your mind, put you to sleep..he didn't knew anything at all and it was as traumatizing as reliving the inflicted wounds of his childhood. He felt as if he was hurting his younger self in you, how much you resembled that poor boy...he saw himself on you.

He saw the purity of your soul being ripped away from your chest the same way his had been ripped away from him.

Your hand moved to rest on your gun hostler, the cold metal icing your warm skin and suddenly, the palpable opportunity to...to do something about the misery felt tempting and yet so out of touch.

Complicated, conflicted, lost.

Simon noticed the weapon now at your reach, and for the first time since you met years ago as rookies, he didn't trust you with a gun...

Such a different reason now on his mind, the scenarios running through his head, sending chills down his spine as he took one unstable step closer to you before stopping...

"Resting is important for a successful mission" he began to speak, his tone nonchalant but his feelings felt heavy on his chest. Like something was wrong.

“Death catches up to your loved ones.”

Nothing felt right after that night, nothing felt right after seeing you so close to the end.

Nothing felt right after seeing how you were ready to do it infront of him

Simon felt broken, like a partner grieving their lover's death, staring at an empty casket because their body were not to be moved from where it fell that cold winter night.

It would be a crime to touch your cold body, to move you from where you were finally put to rest.

It would be a crime to grieve anywhere else than where you decided to go.

It would be a crime to wipe the dry blood from the floor, it would be a crime to use a old cloth to wipe away remains of his lover.

Simon could smell the rotten meat, the fresh blood. Feel your heartbeat fade in his arms, your skin grow cold. See your soul leave your body, the light on your doe eyes dimming till it disappeared.

Simon could only grip tighter your deceased body, smearing himself with the red liquid that leaked from you, painting the soil in which you rested.

Simon had never wished more to be buried alive once again beside a rotting body.

He had never craved more to hear your voice ringing in his ear, feel the heat of your skin in the middle of a summer night.

He had never craved more to be in an argument with you, alive and kicking. Blood flowing inside your body and not out of you to the wet soil.

Feeding the roots hiding under the first layer of dirt, providing the trees with nutrients to blossom in the spring in all their glory.

Simon wanted your screams, your complains, your warmth, your touch....He wanted you alive.

Why was it so hard for the people he loved to stay alive?

He wondered if peace was an option, if leaving the military was the remedy for the grief. If using the same gun that took your life, a ticket to paradise. If drowning in the scent you left on the bed a solution for the night terrors.

He wondered if there was anything in this world, anything he could do...to forget about the pain, to Emancipate the grieve from his chest.

Simon felt like a haunted house, full of the ghosts of his loved ones, each one of them crowding one room on his heart till it burned in pain.

Was it pain all he had left?

Maybe he was overthinking, maybe he was just running laps around the terrifying idea of ever losing you. Would he ever lose you? Would he allow himself to live after losing you?

Grief was a weird feeling, specially when the person being grieved wasn't dead.

“Death catches up to You.”

"You looked different after that night" Simon thought everytime his eyes fell on you, his heart becoming a desperate void, craving to be filled with your love one more time

You looked tired after that night, at times light flashed through you, dying before anyone could set the fire alive again.

Simon smelled the cigarettes, the alcohol, the sadness, the death in you.

He saw how you were tearing yourself apart, he saw the bruises. He saw the cigarette burns in your arms.

And it hurt him, he saw himself in you, he saw the life being ripped away from you, he saw the tiredness he hid behind stoicism and rudeness showing on full display on you.

It was as if he was looking at the inside of his bruised self in you.

It was heart wrecking to feel grief and love towards a dead soul, trapped in a living body.

He noticed the way your trays full of food were thrown into the garbage, the way you repelled warmth, conversations, connection.

What sort of spell you were trapped in? He didn't knew, was it God punishing you from past lives? He wished it wasn't. Was it suicidal ideations? He prayed not.

He hated the sight of guns in your hands since that night, your finger pressed on the trigger pulling ropes after ropes of panic out of his wrecked heart.

Your eyes lingered in the guns for longer, your finger pressed with more pressure than supposed to on the trigger whenever the barrel was facing you, as if you put to much pressure and shoot yourself would be seen as a mistake.

The team knew you better than that, you were sure of it, they had been your family for years, they had hugged, cried, smiled, laughed along side with you.

They must have noticed the recklessness you used now. Simon had noticed.

Simon had loved you for long enough to notice when you stood differently, when your scent changed with the seasons, when your body language changed with illness.

He knew...he knew.

“Don't do anything reckless” Simon said, tugging your vest down, not trying to adjust it but shaking your body into consciousness again.

He wanted you alive.

Another mission, another chance to die.

You nodded at his words, tired eyes falling on him for just a second before you looked away, hands grabbing your rifle with uneasiness.

Death was a louring creature, and Simon could see it creeping up from behind you like in that night. taking a peek at your tired body, seeing your clock of life ticking more slowly

The night sky of that horrifying night had given clues, had screamed in your faces that it was near.

Death was near

Screams that fell into deaf ears, Devotion never allows death to speak, fearing it's bad news, fearing a loved one was the next to be buried.

“I like you alive, Sargeant” Simon finished speaking with this phrase, his tone cold yet a familiar fondness dripping from the words.

You nodded again, a tired smile on your lips that dissolved like an ice on boiling water.

Getting into the helicopter, getting off from it, scurrying like sewer rats around enemy territory, into the battlefield once again.

This time not with him by your side.

Simon didn't trust you with your life.

You moved around, the sun hitting your skin, overheating your body as you walked slowly, fearing to be heard by enemies.

All you had to do was enter a building, gather Intel and leave.

It was easy, it had been done multiple times by everyone....but something felt off.

You walked alongside your teammates, guiding each other with security, with confidence, you could smell the gunpowder on the alley you were slowly walking through

every step you took made your heart clench, heartbeats loud and quick on your chest, accelerated by adrenaline and anxiety.

getting closer to the building, your team separated for better ground coverage, leaving you crawling your way into the building, gun tucked into your vest.

It was now time to act, to do your job the way you were supposed to because you had to come home, you had to crawl your way back into Simon's arms.

It was an obligation at this point, to make it back alive even when you were supposed to die.

It was devotion to love him in the bed death made for you to lay in...

You had always found interesting how Simon could love you so much and yet persistently run away from feelings.

How he could cradle your face in his hands when you fell asleep in the mess hall while you were in the middle of eating after a mission. Too tired to swallow, too tired to guide yourself to bed.

How he wouldn't wake you up, but wait until the two of you were the only ones left to grab you into his arms and slowly guiding your sleeping body to your bed.

But how in the next morning he would disappear from your sight, becoming the Ghost he was in the battlefield, sneaking around the base without leaving a trace or hint or where he was for days. Until somehow he reappeared, acting like nothing happened.

Simon, always so interestingly mysterious and undeniably hard to understand. He struck your life in a way no one had before, left a mark in all the right corners of your heart that no matter, you couldn't escape him.

He was the definition of a sadistical love, tauntingly painful yet extremely addicting to the receiving end, you. The only one sallowing the pain, your tears and blood being drank by him like it was heaven liquified for his consumption.

the overwhelming feeling of anxiety sat heavily on your chest, maybe it was your instincts telling you something was wrong, begging you to turn around and abandon the mission, it didn't matter to the high moral compass that guided your steps silently across the room.

was it better to die in sacrifice for the betterment of your peers than to do so by your own hand? was it the enemy's merciless weaponry kinder than your own gun?

if Simon was by your side he would have the answer, he would mutter a set of words in such a threatening tone that the worry behind them could not be perceived, he would push you through the mission with a bruising grasp and force you to live to tell the tale of another horrible mission for the hope of a better future you doubt would be even achieved before you perished.

But, Simon wasn't here.

so your knees didn't quit being an unstable support for your weight, the ticking clock that marked your death slowing down as your heartbeat began to accelerate like an uncontrollable force.

with fear clawing at walls of your soul you began to move slowly towards the door, boots softly tapping against the wooden floor, every screech sending waves of panic, the thought of being heard by one of the enemies enough to have blood flowing through your brain in a way that made you dizzy.

but you pushed through the feelings of sheer panic, moving swiftly around the room. opening the door slowly and observing the empty hallway, no sign of people around nor any sort of weapon.

it looked unsettlingly normal in between the chaos of scattered bullets and debris of destroyed buildings on the street.

"please" you muttered quietly a plea of forgiveness, hoping that God would absolve every wrong doing, every death under your belt, every mumbled put curse and every bain use of his name.

you exhaled after a few seconds of holding in your breath, walking outside of the room into the corridor, the wooden floor creaking under your boots but that didn't stop you from moving.

mind somehow clear of the fear, moral driven by the need to complete your duty motivating your limbs to push through the dread stuck in between the creases of your body.

unaware of the danger, unconscious of death knocking on the door the led to your soul and heartbeat.

May God forgive you for your sins, may the angels guide your soul into heaven, may holy mary pray for your the redemption of your hollow devotion.

May every deity able to destine a good afterlife be in your favor.

Because mercy is one way street not many people are allowed to walk on.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #tf 141 #cod x reader #simon ghost x reader #fanfic #cod mw2 #angst #simon riley #call of duty

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zapreportsblog · 10 months

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Hey stink stink 😘✌🏾 just came to bother you. I was wondering if we could get a 42!miles morales x black! Reader who listens to Lana del Rey. He’s gonna be like “ wtf is this 🤢“ while I’m just hanging out in his uncles house? His room ? Low key don’t care fr . then listen to it and ended up liking her 🧍🏾‍♀️cuz she’s got that calming vibe anyways. Have a good night

You have a goodnight as well, you’ll actually be my last request before I go to bed, it’s like 2am here now and I gotta be up in like 5 hours but I hope you enjoy this fic :)

A Song of Emotions

➥ summary: miles can’t escape his girlfriend’s favorite artist

➥ earth 42 miles x reader

➥ a/n: do leave feedback if you’ve enjoyed it, it’s much appreciated :)

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the tranquil neighborhood where Miles resided. It was a peaceful evening, and anticipation tingled in the air as (Y/N) prepared to visit Miles at his home. She clutched her phone tightly, her heart brimming with excitement. There was something she couldn't wait to share with him—the latest song from her favorite artist, Lana Del Rey.

As (Y/N) arrived at Miles's doorstep, a wide smile illuminated her face. She greeted him with a cheerful hug, her enthusiasm palpable. "Miles, you won't believe it! Lana Del Rey just released a new song, and it's incredible! I've been listening to it on repeat all day. I can't wait for you to hear it!"

Miles, not particularly familiar with Lana Del Rey's music, raised an eyebrow in curiosity. He had always appreciated (Y/N)'s enthusiasm for music and her passion for exploring various genres. Still, he couldn't help but feel skeptical about this particular artist. "Lana Del Rey, huh? I've heard her name before, but I can't say I'm a fan. Well, I guess I'll give it a listen for your sake."

The duo settled into Miles's cozy living room, where soft ambient lighting created a tranquil atmosphere. (Y/N) connected her phone to the speakers, her fingers dancing across the screen as she selected the song that had enthralled her heart. With bated breath, she pressed play, and the ethereal melodies of "Sad Girl" filled the room.

As the haunting voice of Lana Del Rey caressed the air, weaving a tapestry of emotions, Miles's initial skepticism began to melt away. He found himself captivated by the melancholic beauty of the song, its poetic lyrics resonating within him. The soft piano chords and the dreamlike atmosphere drew him deeper into the music, allowing him to appreciate its raw vulnerability.

(Y/N) watched Miles closely, her heart filled with anticipation, hoping that he would feel even a fraction of the magic she experienced when listening to this song. Seeing the transformation in his expression, she couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. She knew that music had a way of connecting souls and transcending personal preferences.

“Well that’s enough for me,” miles say getting up mid song and leaving off to the living room where his uncle Aaron was chilling, but little did miles know his girlfriend wasn’t giving up so easily, she was going to make him listen to this song especially after she binged the song like five times in a row now.

As Miles left the room, he made his way to the living room, where his uncle Aaron sat on the couch, engrossed in a book. Miles settled down beside him, ready to engage in some much-needed relaxation.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) couldn't contain her excitement. The melodies of "Sad Girl" still reverberated within her, filling her with a surge of uninhibited joy. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she stepped out of the room and into the living room, her voice soaring with confidence.

She began to sing, her voice carrying the enchanting lyrics of the song, blending harmoniously with the atmosphere. (Y/N) swayed to the rhythm, her movements fluid and graceful, as she focused on Miles, ignoring the presence of his uncle Aaron.

"Now I'm a sad girl, I'm a bad girl. I'm a nasty girl," her voice resonated through the room, each word filled with emotion. She danced around Miles, inviting him to join in, her eyes locked with his.

Miles's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by (Y/N)'s impromptu serenade. He glanced at his uncle Aaron, who was observing the scene with amusement. With a shrug and a playful smile, Miles decided to indulge his girlfriend's infectious energy.

"All right, fine, whatever cariño,” he said, using a term of endearment. "It's not that bad of a song. Especially if it's coming from your lips." Miles stood up, allowing himself to be drawn into (Y/N)'s dance, letting the music guide their movements.

They twirled and swayed, their bodies moving in synchrony to the haunting melodies. As (Y/N) sang, the lyrics painted a picture of their emotions, interweaving their souls through the power of music.

Uncle Aaron watched the couple with a fond smile, recognizing the connection they shared. He understood the importance of embracing moments of joy and vulnerability, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

(Y/N) continued to sing, her voice growing stronger and more captivating with every verse. Miles couldn't help but be enchanted by her performance. He found himself smiling, fully immersed in the moment, as they danced together in a harmonious blend of affection and shared enthusiasm.

The room filled with an aura of warmth and lightheartedness, as the three of them—Miles, (Y/N), and Uncle Aaron—embraced the joyous spontaneity of the moment. It was a reminder that life was meant to be experienced fully, with all its quirks and delightful surprises.

As the song reached its crescendo, (Y/N)'s voice soared, her eyes fixed on Miles with unwavering devotion. With a final note, she brought the impromptu performance to a close, her voice fading into the silence.

Breathless and smiling, (Y/N) stood before Miles, their hands still intertwined. "See, even Lana Del Rey thinks we should dance and be happy," she said, a playful glimmer in her eyes.

Miles chuckled, his heart warmed by (Y/N)'s infectious spirit. "You're right, cariño, Sometimes it's good to let go and embrace the joy that comes our way. Thank you for reminding me of that."

Uncle Aaron, who had been quietly observing, joined in with a clap of his hands. "Well, you two certainly know how to liven up an evening. Keep dancing and singing, my dear niece. Music has a way of bringing people closer."

And so, in the cozy living room, amidst the shared laughter and the echoes of Lana Del Rey's lyrics, Miles and (Y/N) reveled in the simple pleasure of music, knowing that their bond was strengthened through every song they danced to and every melody they sang together.

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oblakdark · 8 months

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𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

"𝙰𝚗 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍." © ＯＢＬＡＫ

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artistsoftheunknown · 2 years

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breaknew

these days we appear as all pressure, no release. what’s left to be bleak about when the evidence of our undoing lies beneath? ghosted for no reason other than the right one. left hangin by thread to chase across decades, towards a source wanting nothing to do with us, or the path paved through personal abyss. pointed finger bends in unison with words twisted to fit mold sculpted from pain, destined for timely destruction. culprit remains a figment, begging the question we’d rather not face: was there truly an enemy beyond flesh to blame for emotional moonscape lovers traversed; seeking solace in our embrace?

#poetry #ghost poem #concrete poetics #writerscreed #spilled ink #twcpoetry #ambient

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earphone-jacks · 8 months

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My Hero Academia Class 1-A Music Headcanons

I've been catching up on the manga and thinking a lot about Jiro making a collaborative playlist to help her really connect with her classmates lately. Anyway,

Deku listens to soundtracks, like bombastic instrumentals from old superhero movies, and I like to think he enjoys some fantasy adventures too. He also likes J-rock, including some openings and endings from the anime. He's pretty open to recommendations no matter the genre, but generally prefers more mellow stuff to help him relax and study or just unwind after a long day, and tends to listen to the same small handful of his favourite songs anyway.

Bakugo listens to heavy metal, particularly extreme metal. He loves the blast beat drumming and harsh vocals. A lot of the lyrics are incomprehensible upon listening, but if you took the time to look some of them up, they'd give more insight to his more vulnerable side that he's too prideful to show. I also like the idea of him having a softer private playlist that nobody lives to speak of.

Ochako didn't really seek out new music on her own before high school and formed her taste mostly from the radio or recommendations from friends. She has a lot of fun going through the playlist and she's happy to listen to anything from bubbly J-pop to heavy metal. I think she'd be a big fan of Babymetal.

Iida also likes instrumentals for studying, but more classical, and with faster tempos that he can take his morning runs to as well, like allegro. Something like hardcore techno would be funny, maybe some sport anthems, and a few more mellow rock songs that he picked up from his brother for when he needs to cool down.

Todoroki was very isolated and had a really limited musical library before high school. He'd also just listen to some classical, traditional Japanese music, or whatever was on the radio, if anything at all. He later gravitates to edgy alternative rock, or anything with relatable lyrics that help him vent his emotions. I think he could use that.

Tokoyami likes goth, modern classical, anything mellow, dark and ethereal-sounding with poetic lyrics. His music is oddly calming and haunting at the same time. He doesn't like anything too loud or harsh-sounding, partially because it can excite Dark Shadow too much.

Tsuyu and Koda both listen to cozy movie soundtracks, like from Disney or Ghibli, folk, lo-fi, ambient nature sounds, anything grounding and soothing, or "cottagecore".

Momo listens to classical, traditional pop, or modern music with elements of either, like baroque/chamber pop.

Jiro is already confirmed to have a preference for rock, probably alternative rock, and punk. I'd like to think some metal as well, but she'll listen to almost any genre and has impeccable taste in everything. She was largely influenced by her parents, and maybe grandparents, so her library spans a few decades as well.

Mina and Toru both listen to upbeat J-pop, and I like to think one of them introduced the others to Little Glee Monster. Maybe some sappy or wistful love songs more in private. Mina also likes 70s pop, disco and hip-hop, the kind of music that just compells you to dance and sing at the top of your lungs, maybe some psychedelic space rock and sci-fi horror soundtracks.

Kirishima is also confirmed to like 80s rock, like Eikichi Yazawa and Tsuyoshi Nagabuchi. I'd also think he likes stuff from as far back as the 50/60s as well, since Yazawa is the closest thing to Elvis from Japan that I know of, and that he picks up some more modern hard rock and metal mostly from Bakugo and Tetsutetsu as well.

Kaminari and Mineta both listen to J-pop, mostly from female idols that they think are cute. Besides that, Kaminari likes pop rock/punk and a lot of English music, and seems to have formed a lot of his taste from whatever was popular on the radio or social media with the occasional unexpected banger. He also had a dubstep, Vocaloid and hyperpop phase.

Sero is almost as adventurous as Jiro with music. He has a talent for finding underrated indie bands, and songs in a few different languages as well.

Aoyama also listens to some classical, but more opera, as well as French pop, some disco and house that he can vogue to. It's mostly upbeat but there's some sad-sounding songs in there as well that the others can't translate.

Shoji doesn't have much to contribute, being a minimalist, but he generally likes the more mellow indie stuff. He can get overstimulated easily.

Sato and Ojiro both like upbeat stuff, and enjoy music more as background noise for training, or baking in Sato's case. I also think Sato would enjoy the girls' bubbly pop music, and Ojiro would like some traditional stuff. Idk man they're nothing characters

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