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sunmiyane · 11 months
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Hayi photoshoots 💜💜
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apcomplexhq · 3 months
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✦ Nome do personagem: Song Hayi. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Yeojin - Loossemble. ✦ Data de nascimento: 31/12/2002. ✦ Idade: 21 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Feminino, ela/dela. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreana. ✦ Qualidades: Prestativa, gentil e simpática. ✦ Defeitos: Barulhenta, exigente e teimosa. ✦ Moradia: Mount Olympus. ✦ Ocupação: Herdeira e Estudante de Moda. ✦ Twitter: @SH02MO ✦ Preferência de plot: CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY. ✦ Char como condômino: Sempre em casa, barulhenta e bagunceira.
Biografia:
Desde pequena Hayi teve uma vida relativamente fácil, seus pais lhe davam tudo o que desejava no lugar de atenção, como desculpa por serem muito ocupados. Nunca tiveram tempo para a filha, em todos os seus aniversários a Jeon dava a festa do ano, mas em nenhum deles sua família esteve presente. O pai era um renomado estilista e sua mãe uma das modelos mais conhecidas e renomadas da Coreia do Sul.
Contudo, o casal sempre havia sido um exemplo gigantesco para a garota, que almejava seguir a mesma carreira da família e herdar a marca multinacional que seu pai designava seu trabalho. E foi esse pensamento que fez Hayi estudar em uma das faculdades mais caras do País e se formar naquilo que tanto sonhava. Produzir as próprias peças de roupa e vestir os amigos nas festas da escola eram coisas que a garota fazia com facilidade, já tinha fama em sua escola por se vestir sempre tão bem e ter um estilo único, apesar de ter pais famosos, Song Hayi possuía sua própria fama sob o nome de Nancy.
Pensando em se desvencilhar de seus pais, a garota decidiu se mudar aos 18 anos para tentar seu futuro na França, em uma das faculdades mais renomadas em seu curso. Sua beleza única e seus traços asiáticos sempre chamaram atenção dos parisienses e esse era o seu diferencial, mas com o visto de intercambista chegando ao fim, a coreana decidiu que era hora de voltar para seu país de origem, pensando em sua tese do TCC que envolveria, claramente a sua nacionalidade.
A Song já estava no último período, faltando somente o trabalho de conclusão de curso para a formatura. Hayi era uma garota esforçada e focada em seu sonho, pois sabia que as pessoas tentariam reduzi-la ao nepotismo, afinal. Apesar de gostar de festejar e sair com os amigos, Hayi era compromissada com seu curso e raramente faltava ou chegava atrasada. Era solícita e conhecida por trilhar seu próprio caminho, apesar de seus benefícios, a coreana também gostava de ajudar as outras pessoas, principalmente os mais desafortunados, também tendo sua participação em ações que apoiam causas importantes e ONGs.
Ao voltar para a casa dos pais, Hayi se deparou com um mundo de novas oportunidades após as reformas no condomínio, encantando-se com a qualidade de vida e quantidade de lugares para conhecer, já pensando nas festas que daria e nos amigos parisienses que subordinaria seu pai para trazê-los aqui vez ou outra, no jatinho da família.
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fleeecer · 9 months
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su-rodriguez · 12 days
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Kaveh being nostalgic.
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kazumist · 2 months
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A BELOVED BIRTHDAY .ᐟ
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✩ — in which alhaitham just wants to go home on his birthday.
✩ — alhaitham x gn!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 602. reader and haitham are married in this. clingy alhaitham (he's just tired from work :(). reblogs and feedback are well appreciated !!
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if there was one word to describe alhaitham at the moment, it would surely be tired. although, of course, he wouldn’t make it obvious that he is tired. but seriously? working on his own birthday? it pained him. it pained him to leave you so early into the day on the bed you two shared. instead of getting greeted by a warm birthday kiss from you, he got greeted with a cold kiss from the early morning air. 
five minutes.
just five more goddamn minutes—and he’s free.
everyone around him could sense that the acting grand scribe wasn't necessarily in a good mood today. the scowl on his face was good enough to compare it to another scholar in the vahumana department of the akademiya (though please don’t tell either of them that—it might just make their mood go even more sour).
alhaitham’s attention was completely focused on his wrist watch, his eyes following the movement of the hand that indicated the seconds. three minutes. he thought. is it just him or is time just moving faster today? 
alhaitham was always a man who kept his composure. although most of the time he’s just really blunt, it was a rare sight to see the acting grand scribe act so… impatient. 
two minutes.
two minutes and he’ll be out of here.
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meanwhile, on your part, you were currently preparing a simple cake for your beloved husband. of course, the fact that he had to go to work on his own birthday bummed you out (you were originally planning to surprise him with breakfast in bed but alhaitham was the one who ended up making your breakfast before he left). 
mixing the icing that you’ll use to spell out the words, “happiest birthday, hayi!” you quickly checked the time. your eyes widened when you realized that you didn’t have that much time left before the clock reached alhaitham’s estimated time of arrival. 
swiftly finishing the icing, you poured it onto the icing bag and started spelling out the birthday greeting. surely you could make it in time to decorate, right?
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finally.
alhaitham can finally go home. he was personally never the one who was that interested in spending birthdays. that is, until he met you, of course. the first time alhaitham spent his birthday with you by his side, he vowed to never spend his birthday without you.
he lets out a sigh. the exhaustion from all the agendas he had to work on today was taking a toll on him. however, he felt slightly better when your shared place came into his view. he’s finally home.
a knock was heard on your part and you knew it was him. luckily enough, you were already done with the cake. however, you were still a mess with flour and other baking ingredients all over your apron. with hurried steps, you went to the door and fixed your appearance a bit.
well, you certainly expected your husband to be the one on the other side of the door but you didn’t expect him to slump against you immediately. “hayi, i’m still covered in flour.” you laugh at him. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, basking in your warmth. he felt your hands play with the roots of his hair by his nape and refused to move.
“...ally home," you heard him mumble.
“hmm?”
“i’m finally home," he says, standing up properly now. a hand finds its way to his cheek, your thumb caressing his skin. “happy birthday.” you greeted him and pressed a soft kiss on his lips afterwards.
welcome home, alhaitham.
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halcyncollect · 2 years
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*  / /  WELCOME LEE HAYI !!
at this moment, you have 48 hours to create your account and add admin serene to complete your application. otherwise, your spot will be freed up again. you will be contacted with further information to guide you through the next steps. thank you for joining us!
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kujousaramybeloved · 8 months
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cyno and tighnari across the table: can you two shut the fuck up please
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sunmiyane · 1 year
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LEE HAYI ✨️
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kollapsar · 1 year
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Personal work between commissions.
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hanyi-writes · 21 days
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omg i’m kinda late but 48 + alhaitham?
nothing needs to be said. just wordlessly handing him a cup, just how he likes it. however, you being the one to fix it for him unprompted is the best part; he’s reminded that the peaceful life he’s worked hard to cultivate for himself wouldn’t be the same without you, the one he loves.
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48. Getting them a coffee just the way they like it. | "Do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out; as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed—or have you, too, turned from this world, or have you, too, gone crazy for power, for things?" — The Sun, Mary Oliver
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When Alhaitham wakes, it is dawn and the birds are yet to chirp. He is not a morning person—he does not rise with the sun and set with it, instead choosing to follow what his body does, but now, his eyes are bleary as they blink open.
The feeling of you over his chest is familiar, him being pressed down on the mattress with both of your combined weights. It's funny, how he'd rather soak in the moment you are there in his arms; dead asleep; most likely drooling; but he finds that he doesn't mind. He lifts his hand to splay it over the expanse of your back, turns his head to nose your hair, and breathes.
His duties as a scribe have yet to call him, and he can lay here, with no other responsibility other than loving you.
But restlessness overcomes him—perhaps something he's gotten from you: lively and cheerful as you are. So, he shifts, gently, to move you out of his hold, and lays you down on the bed with the sheets up to your chin. The weight of you on him remains like a phantom, as if he shouldn't have moved in the first place.
Alhaitham leaves bed, but not without giving you another look. He's right: you're drooling. (Until he's wiped it off, he doesn't go.)
Things have changed when you came into the picture. You were something his friends hadn't known until a band of gold was around your finger, something he'd kept hidden—but you were in no way a secret. You were an oath he promised to keep, and out of respect, Kaveh moved to find another place.
(You were worried for him when he decided to. The concerned looks you shot Alhaitham with whenever Kaveh's situation was ever mentioned in conversation shouldn't had faze him as it should, despite the repeated attempts of assurance given to mostly you.
He'd known Kaveh would find a place for himself, strangely affordable and was perfect for his career; meaning that he could go off and hammer down every nook and cranny away with no one to wake other than his neighbours. His senior had cheerfully shared the news, then, to you and both Cyno and Tighnari, and while you remained unaware—mostly, he thinks you know but say nothing—the two had the knowledge that the house Kaveh was staying in was negotiated to a lower, reasonable price; one where an architect with too big of a heart can afford.
Alhaitham admits that, after he's moved, he's kept Kaveh's room clean in case he decides to crash.)
The home is quiet, this time. There is no abundant laughter, soft singing, or conversation that comes with his arrival to the living room. It is too unfamiliar and too different, so unlike the routine he's kept for years on end, and so, he forgoes the need to eat.
With a book in hand, from the bookshelf down the hallway across your shared room, he sits down on one of the divans and reads.
When the birds are chirping, and the sunshine begins to trickle in, so do you too come shuffling out of the bedroom, hair messy and shirt sizes too large for you, to head to the kitchen.
He's sure you don't notice him in the living room. If he wanted to scare you, he'd say something smart, but instead, he watches.
You prepare the coffee with practiced steps. A clatter then and there, then he sees a pan set on the stove—are you going to make kebab, or shawarma? A sizzle sets in the air, the smell of meat drafting over him, and Alhaitham buries his nose into the book with the knowledge that when he's finished, he can eat.
As the other plate is placed on your side, he bookmarks the last page he's on and rises from the divan, crossing the living room in long strides.
"Good morning," he greets, already up in your space to hug you from behind to nose that space on your neck; kisses abound that makes tickles. Your energy comes later in the day, so, what he gets in reaction is a low sigh and an exchange of his greeting, "Mm, morning. Why didn't you eat ahead of me?"
You've noticed him in the living room, then. "Your cooking tastes better," Alhaitham surmises, but it is the truth; he would never say a lie, especially to you. "And food tastes better with company."
"Is that what you always say to Kaveh first thing in the morning?"
He makes a face. "I believe it's the other way around."
Despite morning having risen for you just minutes ago, your laugh comes out full and warm. He can feel it, just like this, when he holds you—the shaking of your shoulders, the little breaths you take in between—and it feels like home.
"Sit already, Hayi," His protests are quickly swallowed because you move away from him swiftly, but never departing without a kiss, and you go back to the stove and counters to pick up the dallah and two fenjals for the both of you.
He watches you pour his cup of coffee, and it smells rich, pleasant, and... sweet, just how he likes it. (He ignores the mischief in your features.) In return, he pours your own cup, and then you are seated in front of him.
When Alhaitham takes the first sip, the day has started—and it is with you.
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apcomplexhq · 3 months
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✦ Nome do personagem: Song Hayi. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Doah - Fanatics e Solista. ✦ Data de nascimento: 31/12/2003. ✦ Idade: 20 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Feminino, ela/dela. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreana. ✦ Qualidades: Prestativa, gentil e simpática. ✦ Defeitos: Barulhenta, exigente e teimosa. ✦ Moradia: Mount Olympus. ✦ Ocupação: Herdeira e Estudante de Moda. ✦ Twitter: @SH03MO ✦ Preferência de plot: CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY. ✦ Char como condômino: Sempre em casa, barulhenta e bagunceira.
Biografia:
Desde pequena Hayi teve uma vida relativamente fácil, seus pais lhe davam tudo o que desejava no lugar de atenção, como desculpa por serem muito ocupados. Nunca tiveram tempo para a filha, em todos os seus aniversários a Jeon dava a festa do ano, mas em nenhum deles sua família esteve presente. O pai era um renomado estilista e sua mãe uma das modelos mais conhecidas e renomadas da Coreia do Sul.
Contudo, o casal sempre havia sido um exemplo gigantesco para a garota, que almejava seguir a mesma carreira da família e herdar a marca multinacional que seu pai designava seu trabalho. E foi esse pensamento que fez Hayi estudar em uma das faculdades mais caras do País e se formar naquilo que tanto sonhava. Produzir as próprias peças de roupa e vestir os amigos nas festas da escola eram coisas que a garota fazia com facilidade, já tinha fama em sua escola por se vestir sempre tão bem e ter um estilo único, apesar de ter pais famosos, Song Hayi possuía sua própria fama sob o nome de Nancy.
Pensando em se desvencilhar de seus pais, a garota decidiu se mudar aos 18 anos para tentar seu futuro na França, em uma das faculdades mais renomadas em seu curso. Sua beleza única e seus traços asiáticos sempre chamaram atenção dos parisienses e esse era o seu diferencial, mas com o visto de intercambista chegando ao fim, a coreana decidiu que era hora de voltar para seu país de origem, pensando em sua tese do TCC que envolveria, claramente a sua nacionalidade.
A Song já estava no último período, faltando somente o trabalho de conclusão de curso para a formatura. Hayi era uma garota esforçada e focada em seu sonho, pois sabia que as pessoas tentariam reduzi-la ao nepotismo, afinal. Apesar de gostar de festejar e sair com os amigos, Hayi era compromissada com seu curso e raramente faltava ou chegava atrasada. Era solícita e conhecida por trilhar seu próprio caminho, apesar de seus benefícios, a coreana também gostava de ajudar as outras pessoas, principalmente os mais desafortunados, também tendo sua participação em ações que apoiam causas importantes e ONGs.
Ao voltar para a casa dos pais, Hayi se deparou com um mundo de novas oportunidades após as reformas no condomínio, encantando-se com a qualidade de vida e quantidade de lugares para conhecer, já pensando nas festas que daria e nos amigos parisienses que subordinaria seu pai para trazê-los aqui vez ou outra, no jatinho da família.
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girl and her weird dog
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[IG] 231110 leehi_hi: love🫶📸
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