#miyaheadcanons

PS: Shy tsumu actually screamed for 2 hours on a call with samu when it happened for the first time and blunt Omi who just shrugged at Motoya because yes love is atsumu and atsumu is his love (I love them)

“The song’s dark, moody atmosphere serves as the backdrop for the Abel’s conflicted emotions as he wrestles with his desire for pleasure and the consequences of his actions.”

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The song has the lyrics “go ‘head girl, strip it down, close your mouth, I just wanna’ hear your body talk.” This highlights Mattheo’s tendency to take what he desires most from people and avoid complication.

The song repeats “this ain’t nothing to relate to, even if you tried.” He is aware that his actions and his life choices are unhealthy and can be immoral, but he takes pride in it. He knows people look at him in an aspirational light. And he revels in that feeling.

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He’s self-indulgent, self-centered, rude, and completely pleasure driven. Which is extremely destructive. He won’t pursue anything if it doesn’t serve him. And if it does serve him, who it affects/harms isn’t even a thought that crosses his mind. He has a single goal; Mattheo’s preservation and pleasure.

He chooses to actively ignore his conflicts and embrace the fact that they’re harmful, and run from his consequences.

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“Shh. Baby, let’s jus’ relax. Hm?” He hummed, tugging lightly at the bottom of your mini-dress. You nodded breathlessly, climbing up his torso on the bed. Straddling him.

You began to bite and suck at his neck and collarbones fervently. He began to write into your cunt. Causing you to whimper at the friction.

“Oh fuck just like that uh… fuck… what’s your name sweetie?” He ground out. Still grinding himself onto you.

Offendedly, you snapped your head back from his neck. “You don’t know my fucking name?” You seethed through gritted teeth.

“I’ve only known you for like a week. Gimme’ a sec to get the hang of it all, dollface.” He smirked up at you. It almost had you. You looked down at him with those doe-like eyes. Thinking maybe he really was just a busy person. Until you snapped out of it. He didn’t even have to convince you. He had you convincing yourself at this point.

But, you began adjusting your dress and climbing off him. “Fuck off. You’re such a piece of shit.”

“You’ll be back.” He retorted in a sing-song voice. With a snort, he grabbed a cigarette from his nightstand and lighting it.

They always come back. And he’s always onto the next.

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A/N: Idk he’s kinda nonchalant slay for that tho

When it's Atsumu's turn to serve he would say, "This one is for you, Omi ;)"

And would successfully miss skks

“The lyrics express a desire to be a reliable and supportive partner and revolve around the idea of commitment and trying to be there for someone.”

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The lyrics include “but baby, let’s face it, I’m not into dating, I haven’t been patient.” They highlight this raw honesty that’s necessary, despite a partner convincing themself of otherwise. It’s as if the delusion is a natural-progression. It takes no convincing. In fact, he’s convincing you to see him for who he really is.

The song repeats “come through”. It’s a commonality amongst fuck boys. His own personal, infamous “U Up?” text. The choice of words seems more intentional though. It’s meant to feel less generic, while still getting a simple goal across. Maybe the straightforwardness is for comfort.

“My motives are basic… these hearts I’ve been breaking. And these girls I’ve been tasting don’t ever get naked.” He once more shows how impatient he can be, and how goal-oriented he is. Whether or not the goal is destructive.

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He’s simple minded and single-goaled. He expresses wanting to be a reliable partner, but when you fall for the charm, you do his work for him. He can’t even share the honesty he feels he owes you; to progress the relationship. You’ve deluded yourself with the boyish smiles and cheeky grins.

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“No. You don’t get it I’m trying to tell you I’m not a good person and you’re laughing it off. Look at me.” Lorenzo’s words are short. He’s not being his usual self. His tone is different. He’s cupping your cheeks, eyes boring into your own.

“What are you talking about Enzo?” You giggle, holding his cold hands to your face.

“I’m trying to tell you the kind of person I really am and you won’t fucking listen.” He’s practically seething.

“You’re kidding right?” You’re laughing through your sentences, not understanding the intensity your golden boy is displaying at the moment.

“Fine. I care about you and I wanted you to know. But you want this right? You want me for everything right now, and you won’t turn around and think you realized I’m no good on your own?” He asked with this tone laced with disappointment. He saw the pattern.

Every time he really liked a girl, she was in the same haze as the rest. Unable to recognize him and his patterns and help him no matter how badly he wanted her to be the one to do it.

“Of course. I want you for everything baby. Come here.” You drawled, voice laced full of lust. Pulling him into you by his belt.

“I hope you know what you’re doing baby.” He chuckled lowly. Leaning down to place a deep, slow kiss on your lips.

Past that point, he didn’t care if change came from within or whatever that bullshit saying is. He warned ya’.

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A/N: bye. i love when theyre no good and they know it.

“We’d throw these shitty parties and have girls over, and we’d try to make it more celebratory, so we’d have balloons.”

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The lyrics “you belong to me” can be taken as possessive.

The song repeats “this is a happy house,” and, “this is fun.” It seems as if somebody is trying to convince themself of the fact. It’s serving as a distraction.

“Been on a further level since you came, no more pain.” Those lyrics display a tendency to find validation and acceptance within other people and not the self. And having problems facing those issues when they leave. Moving onto the next form of validation.

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He’s hedonistic, possessive, self-distracting, and validation chasing. He hides these tendencies behind a cold-front, when in reality he is trying to numb himself and divert his attention from his personal problems. He downplays the reality and severity of his situation.

He’ll go to the shitty party, and bring balloons to make it more celebratory. It’s a cover-all.

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“Theo. C’mon. You need to leave.” You complain, trying to drag him from the common room party. His tie was draped around his neck lazily, a cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he muttered responses over it.

“Y’know bella. You’re not the only girl who’s ever given half a fuck about me. But, I have to let you go. I’m like a fucking black hole. I suck every single piece of light around me in. I don’t ever stop. I-it’s my constant. You’re full of light. And all I ever want to do… is crush it. Cazzo.” He admitted with his head lowered as you managed to drag him out the door.

You felt as though you should be cautious. He had never been so vulnerable with you. He was always doing a low chuckle and raising a bottle. His facade was worn down.

“I can’t not care about you. Theo, you need me right now.” You said, cupping his face to force eye contact.

“I don’t. I need what you can do for me. And it’s nothing special. I guess the face is a plus though.” He slurred, biting back an amused laugh at your wide-eyed expression. He brought his index finger and thumb to tilt your chin to him. You felt your heart pang when he said that. “Everyone wants to be the one to fix it. It’s not you. I can promise you.”

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A/N: lowkey might rewrite with a happier song bc everyone else got a happy song *side-eye* You deserve better