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juminies · 10 months

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Ann! Question for you: I know as an otome game, Jumin will fall in love with whatever personality you have, but is there any traits or habits that Jumin would naturally gravitate to?

Xela! I really had to think about this for a bit hahaha. I think as someone who showed little to no interest in women or dating generally prior to the events of the game, Jumin is hard to place in the sort of 'what would he look for in a partner?' sphere. He has an optimism about love, but I feel like he'd be the RFA member least surprised by who he ends up with no matter their personality, because he hasn't really set up any expectations for himself in a lovey-dovey relationship. It seemed unrealistic and out of reach for a long time.

That said, everyone definitely has a few things that pull them to people. I'm sure Jumin is no exception, even outside of the typical things people look for in a partner and the obvious things that are central to his route. I feel like it's really only in action that he'd notice himself gravitating towards particular characteristics, though! Especially when it comes to finding things attractive. I think if you asked him what traits he finds attractive prior to his route he'd probably be stumped (or just tell you he's not interested in women). Anyway, let's get into it!

Honesty and straightforwardness. I'd say this is probably the most obvious one. It can be difficult for Jumin to quickly understand or adjust to situations with people who tend to beat around the bush or sugarcoat things too much. It will lead to misunderstandings and unnecessarily prolonged discomfort, because often he won't naturally pick up on a bigger issue from just the occasional hint. In any sort of relationship he much prefers the type of communication where you can put yourself forward and the other party will listen, so that you can work around it together. In a romantic relationship this would be particularly important for him, so if someone is already like this prior to them meeting it's a huge positive.

Lightheartedness and optimism. It's not that Jumin doesn't have either of these things, but it is easy for him to get sucked into a very serious, "I must plan for the worst" mindset – particularly when he's stressed. That can be helpful sometimes, but he'd be appreciative of someone who can naturally balance it out for him when it's needed. Not to an unrealistic extent of course (he's trying his best and being illogical won't help anyone), but he finds that having the reassurance is nice. He can also be very silly and playful, so he'd definitely be drawn to someone who can easily match that energy and play along with his humour. It is still important to him that someone like this can be serious when it's needed, though! A good balance is necessary, as with everything.

Outspoken and will stand up for themselves. Someone who doesn't just passively agree with him (or anyone else) for the sake of avoiding conflict. Jumin is so used to people agreeing with him because of his status, whether it be for business or just plain old trying to get on his good side. It's boring to him, and can get frustrating when he feels that someone is being inauthentic. He actually ends up finding seeing you stand up for yourself, both to and around him, very attractive. Also if the occasion ever arises for you to stand up for him he will be rather flustered, much to his surprise. Plus I think in general he enjoys some healthy discussion and debate; he's very interested in hearing other peoples views and outlooks even if he disagrees with them!

Willingness to compromise. Jumin's life is very different to the vast majority of people around him. If someone is too stubborn or unwilling to get their head around that fact, it could be difficult for him to connect to them. If he's going to be close to someone they need to understand it, and they need to be willing to learn about and adapt to both his lifestyle and outlook on life. In no way will it be one sided of course, but if someone doesn't show that they'll make an effort to try and incorporate themselves into his reality as he would theirs then he simply wouldn't find himself as fulfilled. It's an unfair deal.

Being supportive of his hobbies. This one doesn't need much elaborating. He doesn't really care all too much if someone isn't interested; he's gotten used to people finding them a bit strange. But when someone is genuinely supportive it's like a whole new part of him opens up. Bonus points if they share his hobbies, he will be absolutely infatuated by even the idea of sitting on the floor of the lounge cross stitching together or something (Elizabeth will try to eat the thread though so be careful).

In terms of habits for the most part I imagine he's relatively unaffected – most are small things that he notices over time and just ends up finding endearing. However he'd probably prefer someone have a similar-ish sleep schedule to him. He likes going to bed together and he'd like to see you in the morning before he goes to work, maybe have breakfast together a couple of times a week. He likes little intimate things like that and, admittedly, misses you through the day if he doesn't get to hear you say you love him before he leaves.

This ended up longer than I anticipated (can you tell I like to talk about Jumin?) but I'm curious to hear your thoughts on it too! Thank you for the ask :'-)

#mystic messenger #jumin han

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 1 year

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2,4, and 7 for JB and Theo?

Thanks for asking! Answers got very lengthy, sorry if it's more than you bargained for! I just love them so much. Feel free to send more, I love these.

2) What do they look like when they don't feel well? Do they dress up to cover up? Do they tend to look sick when they are?

JB: He comes from money, and is very much the type to dress very well in an understated way. (Perfectly tailored, non-gaudy but high end, name brand clothes, just the right amount of expensive cologne.) When he's sick, he won't change his "in public" style very much. If anything he'll dress a little nicer just to offset any obvious physical tells and even wear a bit of makeup if he thinks he looks really bad. However, he's very good at hiding how he feels, especially when sick, so only those that know him well would ever be able to tell something is wrong. At home, he dresses for comfort just like anyone else would when ill, but since all his clothes are pretty fancy, those that don't know him would think he's dressing up even in pajamas.

Theo: He wears the same clothes pretty much all the time, regardless of the situation. He dresses like the nerdy professor he is and can always be found in sweaters, polos, and button down shirts in some combination, unless he's working outside. This changes very little when he's sick (especially because it happens so often), except he'll gravitate toward softer, warmer fabrics. Theo is kinda sickly-looking in general, sort of pale and always looking kinda run-down due to allergies and eye bags behind his glasses, so it's not always immediately obvious when he's actually sick, but he certainly doesn't go out of his way to hide it if he is looking visibly ill.

4) Do they want to be taken care of? Do they enjoy physical contact or are they rather withdrawn?

JB: He was pretty emotionally neglected as a kid, so he's had to take care of himself most of his life. For that reason, his default is to initially isolate when he's sick or something is wrong, and even try to push people away if they try to help him. Thad is slowly breaking him of this habit, and in the end he really does love being taken care of by someone he knows is safe as long as they go about it gently. He is not particularly tactile in general, and he usually doesn't like tactile caretaking when he's sick, since to him this feels like fussing. But those times when his sickness is at its worst, he wouldn't say no to some soft head scratches or back rubs in private.

Theo: He certainly appreciates being taken care of, especially since he knows how useless he can be when he's sick. Every illness knocks him flat on his back for days most of the time, so he has to accept some caretaking for his own good, though he hates that he's so weak, in his mind. He will also try to push people away at times when he's feeling guilty and especially contagious, not wanting anyone to feel as poorly as he does. He always listens to reason in the end, though. He likes physical contact as much as the next person when he's sick, especially when he's fevery and chilly. See above about pushing people away out of a sense of guilt, though.

7) How do they trust people? Will they give themselfs up for someone else?

JB: He trusts people very slowly, if ever, always expecting everyone to abandon him sooner or later. He preferred one-night stands over risking any sort of emotional connection until he met Thad and the other Tenbusches. However he is very selfless, which is why he trusts people so slowly, because he would do anything for someone he loves and he would expect the same from them.

Theo: He's a generally happy-go-lucky middle child and trusts everyone until they give him a reason not to, wanting to assume everyone is as warm and open as he. However, he is a people-pleaser at his core and he hates to take sides, preferring to keep one foot in both boats as long as possible. For that reason, he struggles to wholly give himself up for others or make big decisions until he is forced to do so.

#answered asks #send me asks #ask game #OC asks #CottageVersity AU

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helnjk · 3 years

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Bad Idea - F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates 🤍 Wishing everyone a wonderful holiday season & new year 🧚��‍♀️

this is the first installment of my showtunes fic list, based on the song bad idea from the musical waitress !

Summary: fred weasley has the ability to get under her skin in a way no one else can. he also sends butterflies straight to her stomach like no one else can.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: enemies to lovers, slight cursing, steamy scenes but no outright smut

song lyrics are bolded & italicized

It’s a bad idea me and you

Y/N rolled her eyes as the Weasley twins made something or other explode at the Gryffindor table at breakfast. The awed cheers and whispers of her schoolmates at the colorful display of miniature fireworks did nothing to sway her opinion on the irritating duo. In fact, it might have even made her dislike for them grow.

It wasn’t as if she had no basis for hating the pair of them. They had been nothing but rude to her since their first year, and she was sure it was mostly due to her adorning the green and silver crest on her school robes. She had been at the receiving end of their nasty pranks more than she liked to admit, and some of them weren’t even a sliver funny.

As if he practiced legilimency, the older twin’s eyes moved from his showy display of spellwork to hers and sent a subtle wink in Y/N’s way.

“Like what you see, Y/L/N?” Fred yelled across the hall, causing the onlookers to turn their heads in her direction.

Angrily, she felt heat flood her cheeks, “Not at all Weasley. Just wondering how many points I could take away from Gryffindor today.”

She heard the members of her table snickering quietly at the sound of points lost for their least favorite house, but she paid them no mind. In all honesty, she knew that no amount of points taken away would sway the Weasley twins from their mischief making.

Later in the day while Y/N made her way from her last class to the library to catch up on some coursework, she heard the familiar snickers of the two boys she wanted to interact with the least.

“Oi! Watch where you’re going!” She yelled, annoyance bubbling in the pit of her stomach as the redheaded menaces rushed past her and nearly knocked her over.

“Going to take some more points from Gryffindor, Y/L/N?” Fred taunted over his shoulder as his brother let out a huff of laughter.

“Well, it’s not like she has any other important things taking up her time, don’t you think Freddie?” George said.

“You are absolutely right, George.” He replied.

“Honestly, don’t you two have anything better to do than get on my nerves all the time?” She gritted out.

The twins slowed their pace and Fred turned around casually to wink at her, “No can do, love.”

“Don’t call me love!”

Their raucous laughter echoed across the hall as she pushed past them in a huff. Stupid redheaded twins. Stupid Fred with his stupid teasing. Stupid George for laughing and egging him on.

Something about the way she determinedly called out over her shoulder made Fred pause.

Her eyes caught the fading light that streamed through the windows of the hallway, and shone brightly. Her skin seemed to glow in the amber light, reflecting the sun as it set in the horizon. The way she moved so confidently as she weaved through the sea of students made heads turn, and Fred was beginning to understand why their gaze gravitated towards her.

He had never noticed how pretty Y/N had gotten over the years. Another pause. Did he find her pretty?

Yeah, pretty annoying. He tried to reason with himself, but still he couldn’t shake this new feeling.

For the rest of the week, Fred had decided that if he couldn’t get her out of his mind, he would simply have to make sure he was on hers as well. Whenever the two of them walked past each other in the halls, he always had some sort of cheeky remark up his sleeve.

Subtly, he would get close enough for their shoulders to brush and would mutter under his breath, just enough for her to hear.

“Looking good today, Y/L/N, such a shame you’re a snake.”

“What’s a lad got to do to take a pretty prefect like you out on a date?”

“Cat’s got your tongue, Y/L/N? I know it’s ‘cause you think I look right fit, you don’t have to say anything.”

The more she ignored his comments, the more it seemed to spur him on. She would catch him sending her flirtatious winks during meals, feel his gaze on hers in their shared classes, or hear him whisper something or other to his twin while he glanced in her direction.

If it wasn’t something he said, he would manage to send practically every kind of prank her way. Tripping jinxes, jelly-legs jinxes, dung bombs in classrooms she was about to enter, puking pastilles or nosebleed nougats slipped into her drinks.

It was getting to a point that Y/N grew frustrated and angry all day. Her friends tended to avoid her when she got this way because she would just repeat the same things over and over again to anyone who would bother to listen.

Fred Weasley was a massive arse. Fred Weasley could jump in the lake and be used as food for the Giant Squid for all she cared. Fred Weasley this and Fred Weasley that.

They had even once asked her why it was specifically him that she complained about and not just the Weasley twins in general.

“Well, both of them do irritate me to no end,” She explained, “But there’s just something about Fred that irks the hell out of me. Merlin, does he know how to push my buttons!”

Y/N didn’t know what it was about Fred that got her going. It might have been because he was the instigator of most of the twins’ pranks, that he acted first and thought of the consequences later. It might have been that he would purposely send bludgers her way whenever Slytherin played Gryffindor and the many bruises that came from it.

It might have been the little flutters she would get whenever he whispered something cheeky into her ear. But that last one she had a hard time admitting to even herself.

By the end of the week, Y/N was at her wits end. Every time the bell rang and she gathered up her things, her hand would clutch her wand, ready to put up a small shield charm or send a hex in the direction of a certain redhead.

It being the weekend, many of her fellow classmates rushed out the door the moment they were dismissed from class. Y/N took her time packing her things back up, as her only plans for the night were to catch up on one of the novels she had had no time to read recently. As she exited the classroom, her eyes scanned the bare hallway for any sign of Fred. Her suspicions rose when she began her walk back to her common room and nothing out of the ordinary happened.

She soon stood corrected as a flash of red hair danced in her vision and she was suddenly pressed up against a wall.

With a gasp she said, “Weasley? What in Merlin’s name are you–”

“Can’t be quiet for a second, can you, Y/N?” Fred teased, his lips skimming the shell of her ear and sending shivers down her spine.

She gulped at the proximity of their bodies, her eyes darting around the empty hallway for any onlookers.

“Get on with whatever this is then,” She breathed, trying to keep her nonchalant act up, “I have other plans for tonight that I’d rather be doing.”

A slow chuckle escaped Fred’s lips, causing her heart to beat even more erratically than she thought possible, “So impatient love.”

“And I told you not to call me ‘love’.”

His eyes darted quickly to her lips and she could only hope that he couldn’t feel just how fast her heart was beating, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

He waited for her to give him any sign of discomfort or to say no, but she merely glanced at his lips and back up at his warm brown eyes. Then, as quickly as he had appeared in front of her, his head dipped and he captured her lips in his.

Y/N felt all the breath in her body leave as Fred pressed the searing kiss on her lips. He was intoxicating, his smell, the feel of his skin as she gripped onto his strong biceps, the way his breath mingled with hers.

When they broke apart, his eyes trailed the length of her body in a way that made goosebumps rise from her flesh. Y/N thought she must have looked like a fish out of water, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide.

“Just a taste of what could be.” He winked at her and then turned on his heel, “Think about it, Y/L/N.”

Far longer than she would like to admit, Y/N stayed rooted on the spot, staring in the direction that Fred Weasley had disappeared in and fingers running along the lips that he had claimed.

Heart keep racing Let’s make mistakes

The adrenaline pumping through Y/N’s veins gave her a feeling of weightlessness and grounding at the same time. Being Slytherin’s best beater came with the responsibility of carrying most of the game and she played her role well. Still, she always made it a point to play fair and to compensate for the shitty sportsmanship the rest of her team subscribed to.

When she had spotted a bludger to her right, making its way to where Malfoy was slowly circling, she set off. With a strong swing of her bat, she had it hurtling in the direction of one of the Gryffindor chasers. Neither of the Weasley twins was able to make it in time and the ball scraped the unassuming chaser’s shoulder.

With the boost of confidence this gave her, she proceeded to play one of the best matches of the season. A triumphant grin etched its way onto her face at the frustration leaking from the Weasley twins, who were trying to keep up with her and her co-beater’s synchronization.

Though, she had to admit that the way Fred’s arms flexed and his grunts of exertion every time he did manage to hit the bludger were a tad bit distracting too. The cheeky winks he sent her way weren’t helping either.

“Feeling a bit tired, Weasley?” She teased when he began to hover close to her, “Can’t keep up?”

“In your dreams, Y/L/N!” He all but growled and the fire in his eyes made her heart stutter for just a second before she set off in pursuit of another bludger.

The game had ended when Malfoy caught the snitch, a feat especially when Gryffindor had Potter, and Slytherin had won.

She couldn’t help but feel a smug sense of pride as she and the rest of the team walked out of the pitch, hearing the cheers of her house at the stands. She took her time in the changing rooms, trying to still her erratically beating heart. Her teammates slowly trickled out, reminding her of the celebrations that were definitely going to happen in the common room.

When she heard footsteps approaching the tent just as she had finished stuffing everything in her bag, she had just assumed that one of her teammates had forgotten something. She stood corrected.

“Quite a game today, wouldn’t you say?”

The familiar baritone voice made Y/N pause. Without turning to face him, she said in reply, “Definitely, Weasley. It’s always nice to kick your sorry arse out on the pitch.”

“Now, now Y/N,” He drawled, his voice inching closer to where she stood rooted on the spot. Her hand gripped at the strap of her bag as she tried to think of an escape route, “That’s definitely not the context I imagined you’d be talking about when you first mentioned my arse.”

She let out a scoff at his insinuation, but couldn’t shake the feeling that he could see right through her bluff. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she realized that she was trapped in the quidditch changing rooms with the person who had been plaguing her thoughts.

The air surrounding the pair was thick with tension and charged with electricity. Countless days of teasing and rivalry, all the discreet glances and brushes of shoulders against each other, bottled up into a single moment, this moment. By the time Y/N had turned to face the cause of the palpitations in her chest, he was mere inches away.

His hot breath fanned her face and his deep brown eyes scanned over her. She could practically feel the heat of his body against hers, white hot and tempting. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“What do you want, Weasley?” She breathed, finally managing the courage to meet his eyes.

“You.” He said simply, tongue darting out to dampen his lips.

For a moment, it was as if they had both stopped breathing. Neither of them said a word or moved an inch, anticipating the other’s next move.

“Fuck it.”

Before Y/N could let out a word, his lips were on hers and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

All of the frustration and built up resentment between the pair of them came to play in the harshness of his kiss. It was not sweet nor soft, not what one would imagine a kiss between a prince and a princess to be. Rather, it was passionate, playful, and powerful. Two opposing forces clashing against each other, their convergence causing an eruption of flames.

Fred was not a shy person, and it was evident in the way he kissed her.

If she was the least bit surprised, he couldn’t tell, because as soon as his arms rested on the small of her back, she pressed her palms against his chest and leaned into him. For once, she let him take the lead and their mouths molded together in a passionate dance.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She gasped as they broke apart for air, chests rising and falling rapidly.

“You think too much.” He responded, leaning down to capture her lips in his once more.

The way his lips deftly glazed over her neck and attached themselves to the point right below her ear made small sounds of pleasure escape her lips and her hips rutted against his.

These sounds only spurred him further as his arms slid down from her waist to the backs of her thighs, urging her to wrap them around him. She complied, and soon her back was against the wall as he continued the assault on her neck.

When the pair finally broke away, they took a moment to breathe, panting heavily. Y/N was the first to break the silence, laughing slightly at the compromising position they were in, and how they had just spent the last several minutes taking their frustrations out on each other.

“What’s so funny then,” Fred smiled as he slowly eased his grip on her thighs, lowering her back to the floor.

“Nothing,” She shook her head, surprised at how casual they treated the situation, “Just not what I’d expected to happen when Slytherin won today.”

“And what did you expect?” He quirked an eyebrow, “Especially when you were out there playing so well and looking that good.”

Y/N had to bite her lip to keep herself from grinning like an idiot, “Definitely not snogging you in the changing rooms, that’s for sure.”

“I know for a fact that you quite enjoyed what we did,” He whispered, pulling her close to him once more and closing the gap between them.

“In your dreams, Weasley.” She breathed.

And then his lips were on hers again. And again and again and again.

Over the course of the next few weeks, many noticed how the dynamics between the two shifted ever so slightly. There were still jeers and taunts in the halls, teasing comments made in classes or during meals, but there were also fewer eye rolls and less malice behind their words. It was almost as if they had an unspoken agreement.

The only one who had really caught on to what was really happening between the two of them was George, and it was only because he walked in on them on Fred’s bed in the dorms.

Y/N had been on top of Fred, straddling his midsection and pressing soft kisses all along his face and jaw, while he had his arms wrapped around her waist and held her tightly. Chest to chest, a soft hum verbrated from him as she continued her ministrations.

There wasn’t any sort of sexual tension at that moment, in fact, there hadn’t been an ounce of it the whole day. Laying like this with Fred made Y/N all sorts of confused, but she still enjoyed whatever the hell was happening between them.

It was cut short, though, as George had walked through the threshold of the dorm and saw their slightly compromised position.

“Bloody hell!” He exclaimed, and Y/N sprung up immediately, his twin’s arms falling limply at his sides at her sudden movement.

“Erm-” She mumbled, trying to move away, but Fred had none of it. If at all, his grip on her thighs tightened.

She could feel his body shaking from the laugh he was trying to hold in, and smacked him on the chest, “Fred! Stop that!”

“What?” He laughed, “It’s not like he saw anything, did you, Georgie?”

George, who was still trying to process what he had just witnessed, blinked a couple of times before shaking his head in disbelief, “Good Godric, so this is why you two have been acting so odd lately?”

“Well, it’s not as if we’re bloody dating,” Fred rolled his eyes, but Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, “We’re just having some fun s’all.”

She swallowed the lump that was suddenly in her throat and gave a feeble nod, “Yep. Just some fun.”

It was a pretty good bad idea Wasn’t it though?

Y/N didn’t know why she began avoiding Fred.

To everyone else in the school, all was well. The teasing between them hadn’t stopped. The little jabs at meals, in classes, or out in the hallways still happened. She was still a prefect and took points from Gryffindor whenever she caught the twins outside of curfew or running from Filch. They were both still beaters who played for their respective teams and shot remarks mockingly at one another out on the pitch.

Outside of those moments, though, Y/N made it a point to walk the other direction when she saw him walking her way, with or without his twin. She would slip out of shared classes as soon as the bell rang and their professor dismissed them. She even went as far as hiding in a spare broom closet once, when she was doing her prefect rounds and heard his telltale laughter just around the corner.

They hadn’t shared a moment alone in a few weeks and Fred had wracked his brain trying to figure out what he did wrong. Their set-up had been practically perfect before she started avoiding him. Stolen kisses and the excitement of sneaking around with her were some of the best times of his life there in Hogwarts. He hadn’t had the Gryffindor courage to tell her how he really felt, but at least they shared intimate moments alone, away from prying eyes and judgemental stares.

Instead, now he had taken to staring at her whenever he could, replaying all of their previous interactions to find out what went wrong between them.

“Oi, quit staring at Y/N before McGonagall takes points from us for not paying attention to her,” George hastily whispered one day.

“I’m not doing anything wrong,” Fred defended, his eyes still locked on Y/N. She paid him no mind, unconsciously twirling the quill in her hands and chewing on her bottom lip.

He thought she looked stunning.

“I never thought I would say this,” George groaned softly, “But you’ve gotta listen in class right now or else we’ll lose even more points and everyone’ll be right chuffed. We can figure out your dumb bird problems after.”

With a roll of his eyes, Fred finally brought his attention back to what their professor was going on about. He’d worry about whatever was going on with Y/N later.

“I think it’s simple, really,” George shrugged, later on in the day when it was just the two of them in their dorm. He leant back against the headboard of his four-poster, an image of calm and nonchalance.

“On with it then!” Fred exclaimed, the exact opposite of his twin at the moment. He fidgeted from his position on his own bed, his foot tapped anxiously on the hardwood floor and his hand kept running through his already disheveled hair.

George couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His own twin, all out of balance because of some bird.

But it wasn’t just any bird, he knew, it was Y/N. And if it had to be any bird in the whole school for Fred to become this mess of feelings and uncertainty, at least it was because of her. George always knew that their rivalry would either end in them realizing their feelings for each other or them hexing each other to death.

“Grow some balls and just tell her how you feel, you daft git!” He exclaimed, humor sparkled in his eyes.

“Be serious here, George,” Fred groaned and pushed his face against one of his pillows.

His twin rolled his eyes, “I am being serious! It’s obvious she fancies the balls off of you, so just ask her out on a date or something and save us all from this awkward dance the lot of you have been doing for the past few weeks.”

George’s words rang in Fred’s mind for longer than he liked to admit.

One night, as dinner was coming to a close, he’d had enough. He spotted Y/N getting up from her seat at the Slytherin table and stood abruptly from his half finished meal. As she exited the Great Hall, he followed her out and into the drafty corridor.

“Y/N!” He yelled before he could stop himself.

She paused briefly, shoulders tensing at his call to her. Instead of turning around though, she picked up her pace.

Fred cursed softly, “Y/N, I know you can hear me!”

As his legs were much longer than hers, he caught up to her quickly. Still, she paid him no mind and continued her on her way, “What’s got your wand all in a knot, Y/L/N?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Weasley.” Came her reply.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/L/N,” He rolled his eyes, “You’ve been ignoring me recently and I can’t think of anything that I’ve done wrong.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve been actually paying attention to my classes and doing all of my coursework, that takes up most of my time these days.” She shrugged, turning a corner and continuing her fast pace, “And I’m not at your beck and call, Weasley. I’m not yours.”

“You could be.”

Y/N’s resolve seemed to be taken away with the tide as he muttered those words aloud. In fact, she was so shocked at what he said that she quite literally had to stop walking and merely stared at the redheaded boy.

“Don’t be daft, Weasley.” She managed to choke out after a few beats.

He turned to face her and Y/N had never seen him look so serious before. Fred was usually the louder twin, the more explosive one, the one who acted first and thought of the consequences later. But now, now she could see that he had nothing but genuine intentions as his eyes scanned her and gauged her reaction.

She huffed, unwilling to let her walls down for even a second. It was too frightening, telling the person she had spent much of her formative years rivalling with how she truly felt about them. In fact, despite her act, she couldn’t get it in her to look him in the eyes.

“This, whatever this is, you know that it isn’t a good idea.” She tried to argue, but as the words left her lips they seemed to carry no weight in them.

“It’s a pretty good bad idea if you ask me.” He said with as much conviction as possible, “C’mon, Y/L/N, you gonna back down from a challenge?”

That sparked a fire in her eyes that he had missed seeing, one that said she meant business, “I’ll say yes to you on one condition,” She said.

“Anything.”

“Take me out on a date first.”

#weasleyclaw showtunes fics #fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley fics #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #tw swearing #tw kissing

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arumin-arureruto · 3 years

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Honeytea PT 2

Kyoya x fem reader and Hikaru x fem reader, Kyoya angst, Hikaru slowburn.

Warnings: none

word count: 1.7k

songs to listen to while reading:

What Am I by Why Dont We

Greek God by Conan Gray

hikaru’s outfit:

Reader’s outfit (your outfit can be whatever you want this is just what I had in mind while writing <3):

Cafe Hikaru and reader are at:

you woke up with the sun shining on your eyes, reaching out to feel the spot where your husband had been sleeping cold and empty, he had already left for work. Last night was emotionally exhausting, you had a fight with Kyoya and called Hikaru while your emotions were running high, even though you woke up feeling calmer it would still be nice to see him. You decided to get up and check your phone to see if you were still on for today, there were 6 unread messages from Hikaru.

“checking if ur okay”

“meet me tomorrow at 12pm for lunch at that cafe near my house, the one Honey got banned from”

“btw how the fuck do you manage to get banned from a restaurant for eating too much cake”

*picture of a single spoon inside a sink* “lol me”

“I should probably go to bed now goodnight”

He hasn’t changed a bit since high school, that’s what was so comforting to you about Hikaru. He took you back to a time where everything was much more simpler, lazy afternoons on the grass with the host club, drinking tea by the window in music room 3 with Kyoya, study sessions with Mori and Honey, getting into all sorts of mischief with Hikaru and Kauro, quietly reading with Haruhi, piano lessons from Tamaki…

All those memories started playing back in your mind and you started to feel all warm inside, you really didn’t know how good you had it. It’s not that you weren’t happy, you were married to the man you loved, you were one of the most respected and powerful women in society, what else could you ask for? But sometimes it felt like you were missing out on something, like your world could be so much more. When you mentioned this to Kyoya a couple months ago he suggested you try for children but you quickly shot down the idea, you were 23 and he was 24, having kids right now would be too big of a responsibility.

Shaking those thoughts from your head you checked the time on your phone, 10am. You still had 2hours before you had to meet Hikaru so going back to sleep was a tempting offer, but considering the cafe was almost 30 minutes away and you got easily distracted while getting ready it would be wiser to start picking out some clothes and getting in the shower. There was about 45 minutes before a maid was supposed to come in and clean your room so you figured that should be enough time to take a quick shower, you could just ask them to wait till you were done but you always felt awkward doing so.

After zoning out for a minute you headed for the shower, got undressed, put your hair up and turned on the hot water, you already washed your hair yesterday so there was no point in washing it again. You had always loved showers, the feeling of the warm water on your skin, the sound of the water dripping on the floor and the smell of all your products were enough to wash all your problems away. After about 25 minutes in the shower you turned the water off and stepped out, already missing the warmth of the water. After quickly drying yourself off with a towel you started massaging some lotion into your skin, first your arms and then your legs, this was your favorite part of your routine. When you felt that you had enough lotion on already you put on a robe, walked out of the bathroom and towards your walk in closet. It was september so the weather was still warm, today would be a simple dress day, or as simple as you could. Downside of being married to Kyoya Ootori: having to keep up appearances ALWAYS. After picking out a dress it was time for shoes, you gravitated towards a gorgeous pair of open toed gold heels that would’ve gone really well with your dress, but your legs were still slightly sore from last night so sandals it is.

After scrutinizing every part of your outfit and make up, which in the end you decided to go with a simple eyeliner, mascara and gloss, it was already 11:15. You grabbed your purse and asked someone to bring the car around. You hurriedly walked down the large staircase, excitement clear in your step, you got inside the car and gave a quick hello to the driver.

“Good morning Mrs Ootori, where to?”

“Morning Ryuzaki, Honeytea Cafe.”

“Understood ma’am.”

After giving your instructions you pressed the button to lift the divider between the driver and the backseat, needing to be alone. You hadn’t seen Hikaru in person since your wedding reception, you talked on the phone occasionally but always for less than 2 minutes, this was the first time in months you would be in the same room again. Was it gonna be awkward? I mean you did call him yesterday late at night crying so what if he thought you were weird? No, no, this was Hikaru, your best friend since your first year of high school, everything was gonna be fine.

The 30 minute ride felt like it went by in less than 15, After getting to the cafe you told Ryuzaki to go back home and that you would call when you were done, since you didn’t know how long you would take. 11: 52pm, 8 minutes till you were supposed to meet Hikaru, meaning you had 8 minutes to get your act together.

You stepped into the cafe and scanned the place, 6 years and nothing had changed. Still the same old tall bookshelves lined the walls. The same paintings on the walls, and just like you remembered, peace and quiet. Since the cafe was a bit old fashioned it tended to attract an older crowd, old people just trying to enjoy their coffee and adults in their 30s that wanted a quiet place to work. While you continued to examine the room, lost in your own world, you felt a pair of slender hands on your shoulders and heard a familiar voice coming from behind you.

“Taking a trip down memory lane while blocking the way huh? Honestly y/n I thought commoners taught their children better manners.”

At first you were startled but then you quickly turned around to face the voice and there he was. Tall, mischievous smile and wild hair, Hikaru Hitachiin in the flesh. “Hikaru I-” you hugged him before you could even finish your sentence. You stood there with your arms wrapped around his neck in silence for a couple more seconds.

“y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re still blocking the way.”

Oh right.

Behind you 2 old ladies stood with unpleasant expressions on their faces, you both moved out of the way to let the ladies through, they walked past you and muttered something about today’s youth having no respect for their elders. You stood there slightly embarrassed, heat rising to your cheeks while Hikaru looked like he might burst out laughing.

You decide to grab a table at the very back of the cafe, away from everyone else. After you sit down Hikaru strikes a conversation. “Haven’t seen you in a year y/n, how’s married life been treating you?” He propped up his elbow and leaned his head on his hand, keeping his eyes focused on you.

Damn so we’re already on that topic.

“We’ve had our ups and downs, what about you? How are you and Kaoru doing?” Hopefully he won't bring up your phone call from yesterday. “We’re doing pretty good, Kaoru actually started seeing someone a couple months ago. Cute boy he met at an art gallery.” You could hear the tiniest hint of jealousy in the last part, but overall Hikaru sounded happy for his brother. “Oh he did? That’s cool” you stay silent for a couple seconds before proceeding with what you were saying. “And how do you feel about Kaoru seeing someone?” Hikaru’s eyes shifted from you to the table and kept them focused there. “In the beginning it was weird, I hated the idea of having to share him with someone else but now, I see how happy he is with Evan and that’s all that matters to me.” He looked up from the table to look at you and smile, then he spoke again but this time in a more playful tone. “So are we eating or what? Man were you seriously gonna let me starve? Typical Ootori.” That comment made you laugh, you really did miss him.

You both ordered and paid separately, since you knew you would argue over who would pay the bill. After you both received your food you sat down to eat, while you ate you reminisced about the past and talked about all the trouble you used to get into back in the day.

“No no, you were the one that tricked Tamaki into dressing up as Haruhi to fool the doctors during the physical exam that one time.” He laughed and pointed at you with a piece of bread. “Whaaaaat? Me? I would never, I was just an innocent bystander” you defended yourself while also laughing, then you remembered something. “No but for real that one wasn’t my idea, actually Kyoya came up with it.” Hikaru stopped laughing but still had a smile on his face, he then asked you a question.

“So Kyoya…” There was a pause before he spoke again.

“You mentioned you have your ups and downs, I’m guessing yesterday was a down?”

The food that was in your throat had trouble going down, you tried to quickly swallow and answer Hikaru’s question. “Yesterday was definitely not one of our best days” You let out a nervous laugh. Before you could elaborate a middle aged man came up to your table and asked if he could borrow one of your chairs for his daughter, seeing that you were both already finished with your food you told him he could have the chairs and got up to leave.

As you were walking out of the coffee shop Hikaru tapped your shoulder.

“Hey my house is just a 5 minute drive from here, we could go there if you wanna talk more in private.”

#kyoya ootori #ouran high school host #ouran high school host club headcannons #kyoya senpai #ohshc #hikaru x reader #hikaru hitachiin #ohshc hikaru #ouran kyoya #kyoya x reader #ohshc kyoya

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early2000smovieimagines · 4 years

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Jasper Hale having a crush on you would include~

(Sorry about my horrible quality gif)(requested by anonymous)

(Sorry it’s long but I feel like there would be a lot of buildup and a few different stages when Jasper has a crush. Also, don’t be afraid to send in certain scenarios you’d like to see after I’ve written something, like “jasper having a crush on X type of character”. I never mind<3)

- If you thought Edward was bad with dealing with his emotions just you wait until you see Jasper. You know, Jasper Hale... Jasper uncomfortable around all humans Hale... Jasper internally screaming at all times Hale. Oh boy, this poor lad.

- Undoubtedly you meet Jasper while attending Forks High School. You don’t actually talk to each other until about a quarter through the year even though the two of you are in the same history class.

- The instant Jasper sees you walk into class he can tell that there’s something different about you. He spends half the class staring at you and trying not to splinter the wood of his desk with his fingers as he tries to distract himself from how appetizing you smell.

- You notice only half of his staring which you chalk up to him spacing out even though it feels like he’s legitimately burning holes in the side of your head; although you do find him nearly running out of the classroom at the sound of the bell a little odd.

- Jasper immediately told the others about you after he saw you for the first time so expect some looks whenever you’re around the Cullens.

- For the first quarter of the year Jasper spends his time avoiding you as best as he can. It’s not too difficult though considering you don’t really have a reason to interact. He still sucks at it but he tries.

- He tends to gravitate towards you against his own will, wanting to be around you as much as possible but feeling the need to stay away. You’ll turn around at your locker to find him across the hall only for him to quickly walk away when he sees you’ve spotted him. Or he’ll be a few yards away from you everytime you’re walking to class.

- Part of his borderline stalking is his overbearing need to protect you and even though he feels like he’s the biggest danger of all he can’t help but want to be there in case something happens. After all, isn’t he also the best equipped to save you?

- He seriously weirds you out sometimes because you genuinely think he’s plotting your death with the way he just stares at you and seems to be everywhere you turn. Yet as much as he weirds you out you can’t help but feel drawn to him.

- Now Jasper can tell you’re attracted to him; not only can he hear your heartbeat but he can also read your emotions so if he has any kind of affect on you he’ll know. But it’s not the fear of rejection that’s his problem, it’s the fact that you’re human and he isn’t very confident in his ability to control himself.

- He would have continued his slightly alarming behavior (and you would have kept on believing he for some reason hated you) if it hadn’t been for your teacher assigning you as partners for a class project... during your civil war unit.

- You sat down across from him as the class regrouped and could immediately tell that something was wrong... well besides you being there.

“Is everything alright?” You asked him hesitantly as he stared at the teachers notes on the board.

- His eyes snapped onto you and you heard him speak for the first time as he let out an oddly calm sounding rant of a lifetime on how everything your teacher just said was completely bullshit.

“You see him, it’s all fake. Everyone hated him, he had four girls trailing behind him at every turn thinking they were gonna get a ring on their finger when in reality he already had a wife and three kids. And god the man could barely shoot-”

- His eyes alternated between being locked on the board to being locked on you and his own moving hands. You helplessly sat there, nodding along whenever he looked at you to confirm you were still following and feeling sort of flustered at his southern accent, info dumping and handsome face.

- The only reason he stopped when he did was because the bell rang and the class began to file out. He looked at the clock, gave you a smirk and told you he’d “see you around” before he left the room. From then on he started to approach you more often.

- Once Jasper realizes he’s can handle being around you things get a lot better. It’s like he does a full 180. All of a sudden he’s greeting you (making all your friends jealous), practically escorting you to class, being the first person to offer you help whenever you need, and voluntarily partnering up with you in class. You think you might just be the only person in Forks who has Jasper Hales phone number.

- He always insists on carrying your things for you whenever he walks you to class.

- Sometimes he shocks you with just how charming he can be. So ...charismatic, sometimes you feel like he could convince you to do anything with just a single glance.

- You get quite a lot of teasing compliments and praise all paired with an adoring smirk.

- He learns pretty easily what he does that makes you flustered and tries to do it more often. Anything from smirking and trying to make his accent more pronounced to changing the things he talks to you about.

- He’s not a big talker but he’s a good listener and he wants to hear all about you and your life. You’ve never met someone more interested in your boring day to day occurrences.

- He tries to make you happier whenever he senses that you’re upset. You think it’s just being around him that changes your mood but it’s obviously a little more than that.

- Whenever you’re spending time together outside of school he makes sure it’s somewhere private but with a lot of open space. He doesn’t want to tempt himself by locking the both of you in a room together. The more time you spend together the more comfortable he is being alone with you.

- It would be incredibly hard for him to stay away from you after growing accustomed to being around you. Hunting trips and necessary “camping trips” would be borderline agonizing. He’d annoy his siblings with all his worrying.

- You always catch him looking at you, sometimes it seems like his eyes never leave your face.

- Half the school thinks the two of you are dating and he can’t help but smile whenever he hears those kind of rumors in passing.

- The beginning of your romance is slow burning. You remain friends who are ambiguously attracted to one another for a while before he starts to slowly make his move.

- When you’re walking you’ll notice his icy hand brushing against yours, sometimes being agonizingly close to holding your own.

- He’d often brush your hair away from your face whenever it fell and got in the way of him seeing you.

- Whenever you talk to another guy you can be assured that he’s listening...and usually watching. He’d be on edge until you’d return to his side where he’d be able to sift through your emotions to see if you’re alright and what the possible reason for that conversation was.

- He would definitely act subtly possessive over you especially when he’s close to actually asking you out. Keeping his hand on your shoulder, interlocking your pinkies, offering you his arm, insisting on sitting with you at lunch and driving you to and from school.

- It’s probably a few months after getting to know each other that he finally asks you out. For a long time you think he’s just a sweet slightly awkward history nerd but over time you start to get suspicious. Not to mention the fact that he can’t stand to keep such a big secret away from you for so long; so one day he asks if the two of you can talk.

- Chances are that he’s already sure that you’re his mate thanks; to Alice, so he feels the need to confess. He takes you to a secluded place in the woods where he tells you everything and proves that he isn’t crazy.

- You take it surprisingly well and tell him that you’ll never tell a soul. After which he tells you that there’s something else that he needs to confess and the two of you share your first kiss.

- Ever since then the two of you were inseparable and absolutely, completely in love.

#jasper hale #twilight headcanons #twilight imagine #twilight #jasper hale imagine #jasper hale headcanons #jasper hale headcanon #twilight vampires

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bauslut · 4 years

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as you are | iii.

word count: 4.077k

warnings: mentions of assault, arson, and rape, cursing, sexual tension, sexual innuendos, usage of guns, violence, allusion to suicide, slight injury, mentions of ptsd

a/n: this is chapter three in my hotch series, and i got a little carried away with this chapter (it’s because i love him, your honor) if you would like to be added to my taglist, please let me know! i hope you all enjoy :)

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(i do not own this gif)

“do you guys get along with hotch?”

morgan’s lips curled into a smug smile, “yeah, we do. why do you ask, rivers?”

“i hate that nickname,” the brunette snorted, rolling her eyes in an exasperated manner, “sorry for asking, i should’ve assumed that you all get goodnight kisses from him. to him, you guys are his little angels.”

“he’s still just getting acclimated to having you on the team,” jj placed a comforting hand on rowan’s shoulder, a reassuring smile enveloping her features, “trust me, he wasn’t the biggest fan of emily when she arrived.”

“god that was a living hell,” prentiss scoffed, typing away on her phone, “don’t even get me started on when i first started at the bau--”

the elevator whirred along, dinging as it halted to a stop. rossi took a step in, chirping a warm greeting to the group of agents, “why, good morning kiddos.”

“morning rossi,” they chorused.

“why do you look so melancholy?” rossi took a sip of his coffee, dipping his head towards rowan.

“it’s just been two months and he’s still treating me like a fucking child,” she shrugged, biting her lip, “i’m pretty sure he hates me.”

“you know what they say about hate sex,” morgan waggled a brow, “maybe you guys could resolve some of your issues that way, hmmm?”

“he’s almost fifteen years older than me,” rowan protested, yet she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks flush at morgan’s tease, “besides, he’d probably point out every single thing i do wrong the entire time. i could give him the best he’s ever had and he’d still find a flaw.”

“the best he’s ever had, huh?” a bubbly laugh erupted from prentiss, echoing through the elevator, “have you thought about this before?”

“no,” rowan shook her head, “nope.”

morgan and rossi locked eyes, sharing an all-knowing glance. rossi cleared his throat, “well, take it from the most experienced individual on this elevator: sometimes hate sex is a lot more satisfying than you initially thought.”

rowan’s mouth parted, eyes widening, “i.. i’m going to pretend that i didn’t hear a single word that came from your filthy mouth, rossi.”

“what can i say,” rossi chuckled, “i can be quite the scoundrel when it comes to the ladies.”

the elevator slowed for its final stop, the agents filing out one by one. rowan itched to jab one last quip to rossi, but held her tongue as hotch came into her field of vision, striding through the office, files in his grasp. jj flocked to her desk, waving a good morning to reid while morgan sauntered over to garcia, a wide grin plastered to his face.

trudging over to her desk, she let out a weary sigh as she slid into her seat, hand instinctively gravitating towards her temple, “shit.”

“hungover?” reid’s voice wafted into her ears, “or a different type of headache?”

“i wish i was hungover,” she muttered as she plucked a notebook from her briefcase, “reid, what are you reading now?”

“the paper,” his response was instant.

“you--” rowan blinked, “you don’t just check the websites?”

“god no,” reid flipped a page, “i tend to stay away from that kind of stuff. i also enjoy the feeling of holding it in my hands as i read.”

rowan pursed her lips, taking in the sight of reid’s disheveled locks, “did you even sleep last night?”

“and did you?” he fired back, “you look exhausted.”

“i don’t sleep much these days sadly,” rowan inhaled a sharp breath, “what kind of case do you think we’ll be called into today?”

“we haven’t had an arsonist case in a while,” he remarked, “but serial arsonists are not very common. only about fifteen to nineteen percent of arson cases have been solved every year since 1980. but my guess is it’ll probably be the same as we normally get.”

“spencer,” rowan cleared her throat, “i have a question for you. and you have to answer it honestly, okay?”

“okay,” his brow furrowed, “is there something wrong?”

“no, no,” she waved a hand, “but what i want to ask is: do you think that hotch likes me?”

reid coughed, stifling a laugh. rowan’s shoulders fell, slumping with defeat, “i’m done trying to ask you guys this simple question and not getting a clear answer.”

frustration bubbled up within her as her mind buzzed with that one single question: did aaron hotchner hate her? towards her, he was a complete asshole. yet, a part of her felt that maybe there was something within him that didn’t completely loathe her presence.

ever since her first night, when her took her home, his aura was a little more refined than it was the moment she stepped in the bau. it was more of a challenging attitude, one where he was establishing his authority rather than acting out of spite.

but his behavior since that night had shifted as well. when they were on cases, he was a bit more protective. if they were on working closely with the local police, he would always ensure that she was never left alone with an officer. he would always keep her close under his watch. however, he gave her enough space where she felt that she wasn’t on a short leash. whenever she had a headache, he was the first to offer her ibuprofen and a bottle of water.

his behavior alone sent her scrambling, mind begging to get some sort of answer.

aching to unearth what his true intentions were, and how he felt about her.

a beige blob in her peripheral caught her attention, her curiosity rising. on her desk was a clear cup, filled to the brim with iced coffee, the cubes floating around. a napkin was neatly folded underneath, soaking in the condensation that dripped down.

“reid, did you get me this?”

“nope,” intrigue crept over his features, replacing the laughter from moments ago, “did you not bring it?”

“does someone normally buy coffee? like an intern or something?” rowan brought the straw to her lips, taking a sip.

the taste was sweet, laced with hints of caramel and cream, “it’s just how i like it too.”

“typically everyone who drinks coffee just grabs it on their way here or just uses the machine,” reid remarked, folding his arms across his chest, “i was the third one here, after hotch and garcia. morgan, jj, prentiss, and rossi were all on the elevator with you.”

“i can always ask garcia about it later,” rowan mumbled, “whoever bought me it, i appreciate it. i needed a pick-me-up.”

“maybe it was hotch,” reid swallowed thickly, “i mean, garcia always uses one of her mugs. hotch was probably the first one here.”

her heart skipped a beat, thudding, “reid, i adore you, but i think that you’re acting on a whim here. he despises my presence. he barely lets me speak. when i correct him, he dismisses every single word.”

“maybe it’s reconciliation. maybe he feels bad for the way he’s been treating you. i mean, i’m not going to just sit here and say that i haven’t noticed his attitude towards you. but you are our newest recruit, and it was a different time when i first started. that’s when gideon was still with the bau.”

“i’ll ask garcia about it first,” rowan swirled the straw in the cup absentmindedly, “or i just could go pester him about it now.”

“now would be your time to go do it. cases are light today, mainly a lot of digging through the cold ones. hotch asked if i could listen through some tapes, so you’re welcome to join me.”

“you better be ready to share some comforting words when i’m back,” rowan’s voice lowered as she rose in her seat, smoothing out her sweater, “he might yell at me.”

reid’s eyes met with rowan’s, the hazel glittering with amusement, “i don’t think he’s going to yell at you for asking a simple question.”

“it wouldn’t be the first time,” she grumbled under her breath, inspecting the logo on the cup, “first, i’m going to have garcia run this address for me, so i can have some sort of sense of where the coffee shop is located.”

“good luck,” reid beamed, giving rowan a thumbs up.

confusion settled over the agent as she made her way to garcia’s office, her mind a torrent of theories and queries. the name of the shop was unfamiliar to her, so it had to have been penelope or hotch. a part of her hoped that it was penelope and not hotch, as only god knew the reasoning on why he would have bought a coffee for her.

bringing her knuckle to the door, she knocked softly, ensuring that she heard garcia’s bright and bubbly voice before she entered.

the technical analyst was a flurry of hands and fingers, typing away. her blonde locks bobbed as she nodded along, humming a tune, “good morning roooooooo! i would love to chat but hotch has got me operating like twenty different things at once here.”

“i just need a second,” rowan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “did you buy me this coffee this morning or am i just going insane?”

garcia spun around instantaneously, her lipstick a vibrant burgundy hue, “i-i didn’t buy you that.”

“then who did?”

“i have a premonition on who but i think we both don’t want to say it,” she clasped her hands together.

“are you fucking serious?” rowan’s throat tightened, “he hates me, penelope.”

“you can’t be so sure of that,” her lip quivered, “hotch is just a little rough on the edges, but deep down i know he doesn’t harbor negative inklings towards a single soul on this team. did you want me to run the address?”

“yeah,” rowan handed the cup to penelope, “i cannot believe this shit.”

“i think he likes you,” garcia swiveled, facing the array of screens once more, “maybe it’s one of those ‘i act like i hate you but really i am so deeply in love with you’ sort of thing. have you ever read a slow burn novel?”

“no.”

“they’re all over the internet. you can create a wattpad account in seconds and have thousands of slow burn novels in your fingertips in the blink of an eye. let me know if you make one and i’ll send you some recommendations,” keys clicked as garcia typed, “by the way, the coffee shop is about fifteen minutes away from hotch’s house.”

“great,” rowan muttered, “fucking great.”

“and from the yelp reviews, it says here that your regular iced coffee takes about five minutes. he waited for it too. i think our supervisor has a little cruuusssshhhhhh.”

“i hate you,” rowan exhaled, rubbing her temple.

“no you don’t,” the coffee returned to rowan’s hand, “now, i love your company buttercup but i got some work to do.”

“good luck.”

“and good luck with your newfound romance,” garcia sang as the door slammed shut.

coffee in hand, rowan huffed as she marched over to his office. at the door, she paused momentarily, fingers curling around the knob, slowly pushing open the door.

he was sitting at his desk, leaning over a stack of paperwork, a few strands of hair falling onto his forehead. his brow was furrowed in concentration, tongue swiping along his lower lip as his gaze scanned the text before him.

for a second, her heart skipped a beat as she peered at him. his concentration was quite attractive, all of his attention devoted to the task at hand, pen in his grip. the utensil was tiny in his hand, almost like a toothpick. she blinked, chewing on the inside of her lip.

taking a step forward, she cleared her throat, signaling her presence in the room.

“agent hotchner i think you’ve been exhibiting some intriguing behavior lately.”

“it’s supervisor to you,” his voice was monotone as he shuffled through papers, marking and scribbling with his pen, “and you need to learn how to fucking knock.”

rowan bit back a sharp retort, her temper flaring, “anyways, this morning i noticed that there was an iced coffee sitting on my desk. i had garcia run the address of the coffee shop from your house and it’s an extra fifteen minutes. not even including the time you would’ve had to wait. are you trying to reconcile with me or something? are you flirting with your agents now?”

“you mentioned you liked iced coffee and i listened. i’ve been trying to make you feel more welcome and acclimated to the bau. nothing more to it,” his focus didn’t crack one bit, his gaze locked on his desk.

“you listened to me?”

“i am aware it’s quite the shock considering half the time i have to block you out because you’re annoying,” he snorted, plucking a stack in his hands.

“so you have emotions?”

his head snapped up, the color of his eyes nearly black in the dim light, hardened with annoyance, “so are you going to stand in my office and run that pretty little mouth or actually be of use and help reid with listening to those tapes?”

“p-pretty little--” rowan’s jaw nearly fell to the floor, blush spreading through her cheeks.

“out.” that was his only response, the tone firm.

rowan scampered out of his office, quickly shutting the door. her heart raced, skin heated and flushed, the coffee nearly slipping out of her hand. shuffling over to her desk, she nearly collapsed into her chair, eyes still wide, mouth agape.

aaron hotchner, the stoic, icy cold, and unforgiving supervisor for the bau, bought her a coffee just because he wanted to. not for anyone else on the team. for her.

aaron hotchner, supervisory special agent, her boss, uttered the words “pretty little mouth.”

“you all right?” reid prodded, “how did it go? did you figure out who bought you the coffee? why did you go into hotch’s office?”

“it’s nothing,” her voice faltered, “it was nothing important. i guess someone on the other side of the bullpen got an extra on accident and just placed it on someone’s desk.”

“all right then,” reid shrugged, “i think jj is at her desk now on the phone. in a matter of minutes we’ll have our next case.”

“are you ready?” rowan shifted in her chair, beginning to gather her things.

“i am, but the question is, will you be ready? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“i’ll be fine,” rowan answered, “i’ll be okay, promise.”

however, as hotch stepped out of his office, rowan swallowed thickly, her knee bouncing as her eyes involuntarily followed his movement as he strode over to jj, the pair exchanging hushed words.

inhaling a deep breath, she wondered if the lie that tumbled from her mouth sounded just as genuine as it did in her head. and if reid even noticed the shift in her aura. how she was quick to shoot down any of his inquisition about the encounter that took place minutes ago.

from the concern that lingered in his hazel depths as he ogled her, rowan knew that he didn’t believe a single word she said.

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“morgan, rossi, prentiss,” the command was clear, ringing through the yard, “infiltrate the home from the back. jj and reid, hang low with the other officers unless one of us calls. rivers, you’re with me. the marshall p.d. will be flanking the entire perimeter. the county and state police are blocking all entrances and exits to town in case something goes awry.”

“good luck,” prentiss nudged rowan, “you’re going to need it.”

“shut up,” she grumbled, readjusting her vest, “i hope i get a clear shot of this motherfucker.”

“not unless hotch gets the opportunity,” rossi chuckled, inserting an earpiece, “be careful though, rivers. he’s devolving. who knows what this guy is capable of.”

“rivers we don’t have time for chit-chat. let’s go.”

“sorry, but it appears my supervisor is asking for me,” she stuck out a hand, glaring over at hotch, “i’m coming, jesus christ.”

rossi and prentiss giggled as rowan stormed over to hotch, folding her arms across her chest, “you called for me?”

“you’re wasting valuable time to apprehend our unsub,” he scolded, “let’s go. i’ll take the lead.”

“you’re absolutely insufferable, you know that?”

“well obviously you’ve tolerated how i run things for the past two months,” hotch began to move towards the house, glock held securely to his grasp, “i’m sure you’ll continue to tolerate it.”

“while we’re together for the time being, are we not going to talk about what happened in your office?” her voice was quiet, barely a whisper as they inched closer and closer to the porch, only a few dozen feet away now.

“is now really the time?” he growled, “shut your mouth. i don’t want to hear another word until we have our unsub in the back of a cop car.”

the assertiveness oozing from his words sent a shiver down her spine, goosebumps littering her arms as hotch held out a fist, lowering his glock. with one swift motion, he kicked open the door, surging into the home.

the unsub stood in the living room, poised and armed, ready to fire.

“fbi! drop your weapon!” rowan snarled, aiming her own gun at the unsub.

the next few seconds were nothing but darkness, a gunshot blast blinding, the sound piercing through the night. a flurry of voices filled rowan’s right ear, yet the only noise she could distinguish was the shrill ringing. stumbling back, her hands reached for her head, clutching it as the pain seared through her skull, consuming it like wildfire.

“rowan!” a voice shouted, “rowan! are you okay?”

chest heaving, she scrambled to her feet, two strong hands clutching onto her arm, pulling her up, “rowan, are you okay?”

blinking, she shook her head, hotch’s hands on her forearm, panting slightly, “where’s the unsub?”

“he shot himself,” hotch murmured, his voice muffled by the ringing, “you were pretty close, a lot closer than me. you didn’t get hurt, did you? don’t look over there, whatever you do.”

“why can’t i--” her head began to shift, but a hand cupped her cheek, blocking the action.

“rowan, you don’t want to. he used a shotgun.”

“oh.”

tears brimmed her lids, lip quivering as hotch’s hand rested on her cheek, nothing but concern glimmering in the chestnut depths, “rowan, i asked you a question. are you hurt?”

“my head is pounding and i can barely hear you.”

“the pain will subside within the hour. let’s hope there was no damage to your eardrums. the emts will check you out,” his touch was tender as he led her out of the house, taking slow and cautious steps, “can you walk?”

“i can walk.”

“here, use my elbow if you need it,” he stated, “you’re probably just in shock. you’ll be okay, rowan.”

rowan clung onto his elbow, gritting her teeth as they made their way through the front yard, towards the ambulance. hotch murmured a few words to the emt before departing, reuniting with the rest of the team.

after being cleared by the medic, the rest of the evening blurred together, the bau speaking with the local p.d., giving final notes and briefings. the team also stopped by a local diner, splitting to two tables. rowan sat with reid, morgan, and jj, while prentiss, rossi, and hotch were at another.

throughout dinner, rowan couldn’t help but feel his stare burning into her, how he was analyzing her every move. and every single time their eyes locked, the words resurfaced in her memory, mind racing, desperate to get a read on how he felt about her.

soon, the team was finished, hotch picking up the bill. from there it was the drive to the airport, then the long ride home. part of rowan was dreading that flight back home, as it was only more opportunity for interactions with hotch.

once everyone boarded, they promptly fell asleep one by one, grateful for the few hours of rest. hotch was perched in a seat next to her, thumbing through some final paperwork, reid passed out on one end of the couch, morgan on the other. the rest were in scattered seats, blankets or coats draped over their bodies.

it was about half an hour before he spoke.

“can’t sleep?” he queried, voice lowered, careful not to wake the others.

“no,” rowan let out a weary sigh, “not at all.”

“you looked at him, didn’t you?”

“no,” the agent yawned, laying her head against the leather, “i’m afraid i have other nightmares haunting my dreams.”

“come here,” hotch patted his lap, “it’s probably no help that your head hurts either. you know, you’re not too good at masking your headaches. i can practically see the pain twisted in your face. plus, you bring your hand to your temple every five minutes or so.”

“y-you don’t have to--” rowan stammered, the heat in her cheeks rising as hotch peered at her expectantly, hands still resting on his thighs.

“rowan,” her name was so utterly soft as it fell from his mouth, “you need some sleep.”

her heart thudding, she shifted in her seat, wrapping an arm around his thigh, nuzzling her head into the fabric of his slacks. once she was situated, fingers began to run through her hair, lulling her to sleep. the other hand was on her back over her sweater, rubbing soothing circles.

underneath his touch, rowan nearly melted.

it was one unlike anything she had ever experienced. a gentle, soothing, tender touch. one brimmed with care. as if he was handling the most important thing to him.

as if she was his lover.

lashes fluttering, her breathing slowed as a soft tune filled her ears, “are you singing me a lullaby? i’m not jack hotchner, aaron.”

“i know you’re not, but you need to sleep,” he paused, “jack always tends to drift off when i sing a lullaby.”

“keep this up and i might start crushing on you, aaron.”

“i think you already have,” he chuckled, hand drifting to the small of her back, continuing to massage.

bliss rippled at the sound of his laugh, her heart swelling. it was the first time in her two months with the bau that she had ever heard his laugh. sure, she happened to catch a chuckle or a huff. but this was a stark contrast to the others.

it was a genuine laugh. a hearty, authentic, laugh.

“i don’t think so,” rowan protested, a pout forming on her lips.

“i’m not debating this with you tonight,” her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his lips hover above her temple, “by the way, someone informed me that you are under the assumption that i kiss all of the team goodnight.”

“i--”

plush, smooth lips grazed her skin, “get some rest ro, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“goodnight, aaron.”

at the sound of his name, he softened for just a moment, yearning to lean over and give her one last kiss.

as she fell asleep on his lap, her cheek dusted a rosy tint, her lips parted slightly, strands of hair falling into her face, aaron hotchner’s heart nearly burst. god, she was so annoying at times: always seizing the opportunity to butt heads, always defying his orders, always finding some way to push his buttons.

but god, did any of that residing fury or annoyance completely crumble as she dozed off, peaceful and content on his thigh, the sight so pure and wonderful. sure, maybe this was just a workplace crush, one where he knew it nothing would ever come of it.

yet, there was this nagging feeling deep down, gnawing away at him, that this was maybe just a little more than that.

just maybe it was the start of something new for aaron hotchner. a new chapter of his life, one promising nothing but bliss. one where there would be no tension. no screaming. no tears. no fighting. no divorce.

but aaron hotchner hated the maybes. he despised the risks that would come from this. the sneaking around. the potential arguments. the endless possibilities of tomorrow. however, this was a maybe worth chasing.

and he was more than willing to chase that maybe.

as long as she was that maybe.

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tagged: @sapphicstars @colorlessfl0wers

#aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #thomas gibson #criminal minds fic #hotch x oc #hotch fluff #nc-17

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bonjour-rainycity · 3 years

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Hi! Can I get a ship for Harry Potter and twilight? It can be male or female. My pronouns are she/they, I’m 5’9, I’m super into Greek mythology and more spiritual than religious. I like reading and always am listening to music so I usually have my earbuds in 24/7. When I first meet people I’m really shy mostly due to my anxiety but once I feel comfortable with someone I relax more and talk a lot more. I’m a pretty private person and don’t talk abt deeper stuff unless I really trust someone. I’ve been told I give really good advice. I also like to play softball and volleyball (shout out to Jessica the volleyball captain). I’m also a cancer sun and a hufflepuff if that helps. If you don’t feel like doing this it’s totally ok❤️

Hi! I love answering these--thank you for the ask!

Harry Potter: Luna Lovegood

I feel like the two of you would just click so well. Luna would be the one pursuing you--while she stays on the edge of things, I don’t interpret Luna as a shy person. When she finds her people, she wastes no time in going after them. So when she met you, just briefly, and heard you quietly offering support to a friend, she thought to herself: “I want that one” and relentlessly pursued you. Not aggressively, but she was always sort of *there*. In study hall, in class, in the hallway, etc. Every day, she came up to you and asked a question, ranging from the mundane to the deep--she never pushed you for an answer, but she always posed a question. It became clear that she wanted to get to know you better.

(For the sake of my headcannon, let’s pretend Hogwarts has a volleyball team, kay?) Once you’re together, Luna comes to EVERY. GAME. She loves cheering you on, proudly declaring that she’s yours, even when you miss a hit.

I think that Luna would enjoy your interest in Greek Mythology, and insist on curating outfits for the both of you to reflect your favorite myths and legends. She loves the fact that you are taller than her. She feels safe when you hug her, and really hopes she can offer the same security to you.

When you feel anxious, Luna quietly takes your hand, squeezing it tight.

“Come, my love, let’s find someplace quiet. You know the Nargles are particularly active today--that could be causing some of your distress.”

I feel like you both are naturally caring people and encouragers. In my mind, your friends adopt you and Luna as their parents. She’s the one they go to when they need an emotional boost, and you’re the one they go to when they need advice or quiet companionship.

Twilight: Jasper Hale

Literally he was the first ship to pop into my mind when I read your description. He definitely understands anxiety, and is constantly monitoring you to see how you’re doing. He learns which situations are consistently triggering and refuses to leave your side during those times, unless you are absolutely sure you don’t want him there.

It took awhile for the two of you to connect emotionally, but I feel there was always an unspoken bond between you two. You were in class one day and sat in the seat in front of him--everyone else tended to give him a wide berth, but you didn’t mind so much. He was intimidating, sure, but you didn’t feel threatened by him--he also seemed a little antisocial, and that’s not something you would fault someone for. So you took the seat, earbuds in as always, reading an article on Greek mythology. You didn’t notice the professor come in--lost in your song and your article as you were. Seeing that you were about to get reprimanded and wanting to spare you the embarrassment, Jasper gently nudged the back of your chair with his foot. Not one other person around you had been considerate enough to do that, and Jasper’s action stuck in your mind. From that time on, you and Jasper just kind of gravitated towards each other--never saying much, just existing in the same space together. After a while, it just seemed natural for the two of you to be together, and, with time, you felt comfortable opening up to him, and he to you.

The two of you have deep philosophical, historical, and sociological discussions. He really values your input, especially since you seem to me to be such a naturally kind person. Jasper’s first instinct is to be suspicious, on edge, but your first instinct is to give someone the benefit of the doubt and offer them kindness.

Jasper loves playing sports with you, even if he has to tone his abilities way down. And while he really, really hates the school sports games (too many people packed together, blood pumping--it’s awful for him), he always makes a point to be there to support you, even if it’s on the edge of the room or watching from a distance.

#quarantine bored queen #twilight #twilight ship #jasper hale #harry potter #harry potter ship #luna lovegood

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dontlikedarkness · 4 years

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Wonderland

Growing up together meant a lot of things. At first, it meant nothing more than following each other around daycare and annoying the living hell out of each other. Courtney would put on a front for their parents so that she’d be seen as the victim - but she played the part too well, and soon, she was spending half her time at Duncan’s house. Her parents worked a lot, so they jumped at the chance to have somebody pick her up after closing time. They thought extra time with her friend was an added bonus, although her mom didn’t quite approve; she’d learned through the grapevine that Duncan was a troublemaker at school, but was desperate enough to risk it. Besides, she was confident (and rightfully so, for the most part) that Courtney had inherited enough of her own stubbornness and need for structure to resist Duncan’s antics.

Once they’d moved on to kindergarten and eventually grade school, leaving Courtney with the Bivona household for after school care became a matter of convenience. Duncan’s eldest brother was soon old enough to watch them himself, once his mom had gone back to work after maternity leave, and Courtney’s younger sister, Kate, was easy enough to look after. They both appreciated the company of another kid their age - though they’d never admit it.

It became natural for the two to be together. Her dad would drive them to school in the morning, and his mom would pick them up after, so it made sense that they’d hang out in the times in between. Not that they ever meant to, but they were comfortable around each other, as it tends to happen when you’ve known someone since they were in diapers. They’d gravitate towards the other’s familiar face on the first day of school, and be paired up together every day afterwards. Teachers thought they were a good balance, though they never quite understood it. Courtney was useful when Duncan’s attitude and issues with authority needed reigning in, and Duncan always knew how to bring her out of her shell. As odd as it was, it worked.

The roof had been his idea, of course. Who else would see a house and wonder how much of the neighborhood they could see? Purely for devious reasons, he’d said, though she knew better than that. It took months upon months to convince her to go up with him, and it was her roof - had it been any other roof, chances are she wouldn’t have agreed. The only reason she’d said yes in the first place had been pride, because he claimed she was too chicken to go up there, and she’d needed to prove him wrong.

She’d fallen in love with the spot fairly quickly. It was easier to see the stars up there, and she could get out of her house without ever having to leave. It wasn’t breaking the rules - it was skirting them. Which was good enough for her.

Soon enough, it had become an unofficial meeting ground. A safe place, of sorts. He always knew where to find her when she was stressed and overwhelmed, and she knew where to find him when he was pissed about something. They would go up there just to talk, and sometimes they’d stay for hours before Courtney inevitably realized it was past midnight and they had school in the morning.

Even before they’d started dating, it had been there. It started with innocent cuddling in the fifth grade, because Courtney got cold easily and neither of them ever remembered to bring blankets. They’d bring a laptop up and watch movies until the battery died, or until they found themselves talking, too distracted to focus on the screen. Slowly that had progressed into cautious hand-holding, a gentle swipe of his thumb over the back of her hand. She would lay on his chest, eyes on the stars, pointing out every constellation she knew, and speculating on the ones she didn’t. Eventually he knew them by heart, and he’d hold her hand as she gestured at them, naming them off before she could so much as open her mouth. As much as she pretended it annoyed her, she found it oddly endearing. It meant he cared enough to listen, and he didn’t care about anything.

“Princess” had been his nickname for her ever since they could remember. She’d been playing dress-up one day while he idled about, making off-handed comments about how dumb she looked, when she’d decided on the princess outfit. “It makes me feel powerful,” she’d told him, tiny hands on tinier hips. “Whatever you say, princess,” he’d shot back, and it had stuck. When the name began to send a torrent of butterflies through her stomach, she’d known she was in trouble. That was when the hand-holding had transitioned into kisses; soft at first, and completely innocent. He’d kiss her hand and say “your highness” with a mock bow, she’d kiss his cheek and then ruffle his hair in response to the rare but steadily more common compliment. His forehead, when she was proud. Her nose, because she’d complained about her freckles. Neither of them could admit that they wanted more. It was too scary an admission - she thought they were too different; he thought she deserved better. And so the no-longer-quite-so-innocent kissing and cuddling and whatever else continued for a while.

It was sophomore year when she’d decided enough was enough. He helped her push her boundaries in every way - so why not this? His pining had become painfully obvious, and everyone was urging her to do something about it, because while he acted like a lovesick puppy, he respected her too much to make a move without some sort of sign from her. Of course, there had been many signs, but he was incredibly oblivious to them, blinded by thoughts of ‘she would never want me’ and ‘I’d only drag her down’. It was up to her to take matters into her own hands.

So she invited him to the roof, under the pretext of having a movie night. She was up for re-election as student body president, and he needed an escape from his overbearing father; it wasn’t entirely out of left field that either of them would want a night to relax. She spent an hour up there making everything perfect: she had blankets and pillows and all their favorite snacks, and a slew of romantic comedies neither of them would particularly enjoy lined up to watch. He was quick to figure out something was up, fixing her with an expectant stare the moment he’d finished scaling the trellis. “Somebody die, princess?” He’d asked, and she turned beet red. She’d gone overboard, because that was what she did, and she’d set up a date for an entirely different set of people. All they ever really needed was some cheesy thriller and a bucket of popcorn, not some elaborate set up, but she’d let her nerves get the best of her and had immediately gone into overdrive to take her mind off of it.

He could sense her building panic, and he silenced it all with the gentle brush of a hand over her cheek. She squeaked out a meek protest, though both of them knew she didn’t mean it. Her hand snaked up to twist through his hair, pulling him closer, and before he knew it her lips were on his. Gentle, but demanding, leaving him gasping for air. Nothing had ever felt so right, to either of them.

The transition from best friends to more was nowhere near as complicated as she’d expected. They were slightly more public with their affection, he’d sneak into her room for sleepovers and late-night cuddling, and they kissed a hell of a lot more, but beyond that, very little changed. They still bickered to no end and argued over the simplest things, but it was never enough to split them up. It hadn’t before, and it still wouldn’t. They had a bond no one could explain - nor hope to break.

The roof had weathered it all, a constant throughout their relationship, even as it grew and changed. It was a symbol of everything they’d overcome and everything they had yet to endure, and it gave Courtney the strength to believe in them. The strength to speak up.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, princess,” he teased, feathering a kiss on her nose before pressing his forehead to hers, content in their closeness as they lay beneath the stars. She frowned, shifting herself up slightly so that their eyes were level. “You can’t tell me you don’t see the way she looks at you, Duncan. Like she’d worship you if she could. Like you’re some sort of god and she’s a mere mortal, awed to be in your presence.”

His thumb brushed across her chin before settling there, with her head cradled in his hand. It was difficult to find words when she was there, looking so unbelievably beautiful, ebony eyes wide and almost wounded. He could drown in those eyes. Probably would, if he let himself.

“I hadn’t noticed, no.”

A scowl replaced her frown and she rolled her eyes, though she didn’t stop herself from leaning into his touch. His warmth was addicting. “She’s practically drooling after you.” He pulled her closer, letting her shift against his chest until she was comfortable, his shoulder acting as her pillow. “What can I say? I’ve been distracted.”

“You have?”

“It’s hard not to be, when you look at me like I’m the stars in your sky. You don’t idolize me like she does - you see every part of me, the good and the bad, and you still think of me as your equal. Your better half. Tell me, Court, how could she ever hold a candle to you?” His tone was heartbreakingly gentle, and the soft brush of his hand down her spine had her at peace. “Duncan?” She asked, propping herself up again so that she could see him.

“Yes, princess?”

She sighed then, her hair falling across his face as she leaned forward the tiniest amount. “Thank you. For putting up with me. I know I can be… a lot, at times, and I’m not the easiest person to be around. The fact that you stay… It means a lot. More than you could possibly know.”

A sharp intake of breath was the only indicator that he’d heard, and they both remained silent for a few moments before he spoke, his voice slightly unsteady. “God, Courtney… You make it sound like such a chore.”

“What?”

“Just… being around you. I don’t put up with you, because I don’t have to. Every second I get to be near you is a gift. You are so fucking special, princess, and it hurts that you don’t see everything I see. You are gorgeous, and talented, and smart, and brilliant and funny and all sorts of amazing. You are my everything. You keep me steady, you give me a shake back to reality when I’ve gone too far, and you talk me down when I need it. Nobody understands me the way you do, without even trying, and shit… You complete me, Court, you really do. And it’s terrifying and awful and scary but you are beyond worth it. Princess, I…” He choked up suddenly, and gazed up to her, hoping she’d understand everything he couldn’t find the words to say.

“Duncan?”

He broke, then, a single tear sliding down the side of his face. She brushed it away, leaving her hand there, so small a gesture, and yet so incredibly tender and powerful. He held it there, rubbing gently circles into the back of her hand, relishing the intimacy of it all.

“Fuck, Courtney, I love you. So much. And you don’t have to say it back, but… I needed to say it. I think you needed to hear it, too.”

He expected her to tense up, to push him away; anything to signal that she wasn’t ready, that he’d moved too fast, and screwed everything up as per usual. When she didn’t, he thought that might be worse.

“Duncan.”

“Hm?” He responded, a quiet hum of a response, because words were failing him now.

And then her hand slid free, tangling itself in his unkempt hair, her nails pressing softly against his scalp. “Kiss me, damn it. I love you too. More than anything in the world.”

They melted together, then. Two souls perfectly in harmony, against all odds. Beautiful, and perhaps doomed. But none of it mattered. Not in that moment; not ever, because they didn’t care. They would fight for each other, always. A constant in each other’s lives, just as the roof had been in theirs. Forever entwined.

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#duncney #total drama #total drama courtney #total drama duncan #td courtney #td duncan #total drama island #my writing #dontlikedarkness #queued post

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tearsofsyrup · 5 years

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BTS as Types of Fuckboys (AU)

a/n: cuz we’re all sluts for fuckboy aus, let’s not pretend. also, purely fictional.

Kim Namjoon

The Hit-and-Run Fuckboy

He’s a quick fuckboy, hence the title.

Meaning that he doesn’t waste too much time on someone if they are acting too hard to get.

He sees someone he wants to bang, approaches them at the first opportunity and starts chatting ‘em up.

Likes when he can impress and draw his victims in by using his big brain. He knows he’s smart but still enjoys his ego stroked.

If someone he’s talking to seems a little stupid, he might very well just ditch the scene and find someone smarter.

Definitely prefers approaching someone one night, shower her with his charms and attention for a couple of hours and then get her in bed that same night.

And then more or less ignore her completely after that.

The casual hook-up kind of guy, really.

Good at keeping strings unattached.

The upside to Namjoon's type of fuckboy is that you won’t have enough time to actually fall for him.

So it won’t hurt too much when he won’t acknowledge you with more than a stiff smile from now on.

Kim Seokjin

The I’ll-Make-You-Laugh-Your-Pants-Off Fuckboy

Seokjin’s the type of guy who approaches his victims in a friendly way.

He likes making people laugh, so he’s probably chatting with a bigger group of people which he then plucks his victims from - rather than approaching someone who looks lonely.

Won’t start it off flirtatiously or slimy. Just friendly jokes.

Doesn’t have a specific type when it comes to his victims. He just feels attracted to someone and decides to go for it.

Once he gets you alone, he keeps at it with his non-flirty jokes and sees if he can make you laugh or not. If he can’t he might leave to find someone new to go for.

If he can make you laugh however - which he most often can - it’ll almost be like flipping a switch when he starts acting flirty and dropping suggestive pick-up lines (also designed to make you laugh, of course).

He’s okay with interacting with his targets for a while before trying to get them in bed - like, meeting at a party one weekend, interacting regularly between one to two weeks and then finally getting around to the banging.

Is weirdly adamant on posting pictures together on his social media.

And he’ll keep treating you with the same humorous charm right after you’ve fucked. But after you leave his place or he leaves yours, the interactions stop happening.

If he ever does talk to you again he’ll be friendly and humorous, like before, but he’s most likely chatting his next target up so don’t be too hopeful.

Min Yoongi

The Two-Faced Fuckboy

Comes off as someone a bit aloof, quiet and unsociable at first.

It’s a part of his game.

Because when he sees someone he wants to get in bed with, he changes his demeanor completely around specifically them.

To make them feel special.

He tends to be more attracted to introverted types, as it’s easier for him to play his game with them. They pick up on his changed behavior more quickly.

Can tell almost immediately if his victim is going to fall for it or not and ditches instantaneously if he feels they are not.

Is all cute smiles and lightly suggestive comments, and makes sure his victims see his otherwise stoic and indifferent look when he’s interacting with others - his true nature, that is.

Pretends like he’s naturally another way with just you - he’s not, though, he’s just playing you.

Doesn’t mind dragging it out, meeting his target several times and buttering them up for a while before making the final move.

And then he’ll kick ‘em out the moment he’s put out, pretty much, turning into that disinterested and stoic man you saw him be with others.

Doesn’t avoid you afterwards, but kind of acts like nothing happened.

The fuckboy that’ll piss you off the most, by far.

Jung Hoseok

The Convincing Fuckboy

This guy comes off as the sweetest, most good-hearted fella in the bunch.

Once he sees someone he wants, he immediately begins showering them with compliments and charmingly flirtatious comments.

Goes as far as to be his target’s shoulder to cry on if they need it - might even use their vulnerability to tell them “I’ll make you feel better, okay?”

Doesn’t really have a type, just goes for whoever he’s attracted to and seems attracted to him, as well.

Good at being able to tell what someone wants and tends to change himself to fit that role a little better if he can - because of this, failure is barely even a part of his vocabulary.

Is probably targeting several people at once and just bangs them, one by one, at the first opportunity he gets.

He acts almost apologetic afterwards, but no one knows whether it’s genuine or just a part of his act.

But slowly any interactions with him die out and you’re left confused and a little hurt, because there’s a big chance you fell for him.

Park Jimin

The Irresistible Fuckboy

We all know already.... Jimin will charm the pants off of anyone.

Probably never has been rejected.

And everyone knows about his track record and the notches on his belt.

Yet still, he manages to get anyone he wants.

The kind of guy to give his targets his undivided attention. Asks them to meet for a coffee, might leave cheeky notes if the opportunity arises.

He prefers to keep things pretty short and sweet, a bit more on the impatient side of things. Not that it’s a problem, he gets what he wants, anyway.

His type is just whoever seems up for a good time, to be honest.

Pretty much drops you the second he gets what he wants, though. Not necessarily from any ill-will, he just thinks of it as been there, done that and moves on to find someone new and exciting. He ignores any guilt that he might feel for it.

You probably fall for him at first, until you realize that despite him making you feel special, you are no one to him.

Probably leaves you feeling a bit insecure, as he changes from all attention on you to suddenly no attention on you.

It really isn’t about you, though, it’s about him.

Don’t call him a fuckboy, he gets offended at the notion. Even if he knows it’s true.

Kim Taehyung

The Confusing Fuckboy

Taehyung is so incredibly friendly at first.

Comes off as almost naïve and inexperienced.

Is a very good listener and makes his targets feel important.

Also, doesn’t view his targets as “targets” more so than “ahh, that person seems interesting, I’d like to get to know her!”

Probably gravitates more towards talkative and sociable people, because he likes making friends and such.

You’re not sure whether he’s interested in something more at first or not because he acts so sweet and friendly in a platonic way.

Until suddenly you’re making out with him.

More on the patient side, doesn’t mind being quick nor dragging it out for a bit.

He just let’s things happen as they happen.

After he has fucked you, he doesn’t avoid you and doesn’t mind talking to you for a bit but kind of acts like nothing happened. Like you didn’t suck his dick in his roommate’s bathroom one night.

I.e. goes back to being puppy-like and gentle-looking.

You won’t really know what hit you after he’s done, if you might have imagined the whole thing.

If you ask him about it he’ll probably say something along the lines of “ahh, it was fun, right? sorry, I’m not interested, though!”

And you can’t really be mad at him???

Jeon Jungkook

The Slow-Burn Fuckboy

Mixed signals.

Like, he’s happily chatting with you at one moment (some occasional flirting happening), then the next he’s acting all distant and uninterested.

From his perspective, it’s probably ‘cause he’s a bit insecure and apprehensive as to who he wants to fuck. Kind of indecisive, I guess.

Once he does decide, though, he’ll act like your best friend for a bit.

Going out to eat pizza or watch a movie or something of the sorts. Play video games, if you’re up for it - definitely won’t let you win just to be nice, though.

And then boom, he starts getting really flirtatious and shameless about it all.

His escapades might drag on for the longest out of the boys, until he finally gets you in bed.

He doesn’t turn it off right away. After you two hook up, he’ll keep being your friend for a while, until it phases out, probably because he finds someone else he wants to get with.

And it all starts over again.

This one might hurt the worst, as you’re not only losing a potential partner but a really good friend - or so you thought.

Might give you some trust issues, yikes.

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shakespeareintellectualbadass · 3 years

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Feels weird to advertise a blog on a blog, but I'm writing a series called Experts of Our Own Experience around pieces of my personal experience of life - being neurodivergent, dealing with depression and anxiety and an eating disorder, and most recently, being visibly queer for the first time in my life. I've learned more about myself from hearing others talk about their experiences, and I'm a big believer in learning about experiences other than your own, so whether any of these things apply to you or not, maybe you'll find something connective.

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I’ve known I’m not straight since I was seventeen.

I went to all-girls school for fourteen years, from age four to eighteen. All my friends were female until I got to college. For most of my youth I was more consumed by the romantic stories my imagination conjured up, and generally those stories starred princes rather than princesses. I never spent any time overanalyzing it because it never felt wrong, to imagine either but focus more on boys.

And yeah, I’m definitely attracted to men. I obsessed over the boys we met at parties in high school like my friends did. I enjoy flirting with and dating men (most of the time…). I have a longstanding, embarrassingly strong celebrity crush on Jensen Ackles (like full blush, swooping in my stomach listening to him sing or when he winks at the camera). I remember one particular boy who my best friend and I fought over for about an hour at a friend’s quinceañera freshman year (that might be the most heated fight we’ve ever had and we’d only met him at that party, which is ridiculous). I also had really intense female friendships I didn’t think anything of. With the benefit of hindsight, I can see how those friendships with girls I liked and admired - the really earnest ones where I’d go out of my way to do things for them and be around them because I just really want her to want to be my friend - were actually crushes. I’m a people pleaser (with people I care about anyway), but I recognize that higher intensity now that I’ve been through more serious relationships. Definitely bisexual.

It clicked in the autumn of senior year, when I fell for one of my friends from school. We spent a few months pining and then dated for about half a year (though we were both dealing with shitty mental health struggles at the time and were overall not very good for each other) and broke up right before I graduated. All our friends knew we were together, as did my family and probably hers and probably quite a few more people than we knew. What can I say, I’ve never been known for my subtlety, especially when romantic interest is involved.

But right now is the first time I’ve been obviously queer. Visibly, aesthetically queer in how I choose to present myself.

I’ve easily passed for straight all my life. I’ve had long hair and lengthened my eyelashes with coats of mascara, worn low cut tops and tall heels and tight jeans. I’ve flirted with men more than women and leaned into my soft, feminine energy more than my assertive, masculine energy.

But I’ve never had to adjust to being bisexual, to accept that about myself. I never worried about what my parents would think. I know I’m enormously lucky because of that. That said, there’s a difference between coming to terms with being bisexual and being comfortable presenting as queer. My parents are both artists; they both went to college for performance (acting for mum, singing for dad) and are wonderfully open minded and raised me with that same open-mindedness. I don’t think I ever actually came out to them. I could tell they knew about my interest in my high school girlfriend, so I just started talking about it, and that was that. My whole extended family is very accepting, and there are other LGBTQ+ members of the family. One of my cousins is trans and bi; we make a lot of jokes about being the gay cousin (“every family has a gay cousin; if yours doesn’t, you’re the gay cousin” “but if I’m the gay cousin, and you’re the gay cousin, who’s flying the plane?”). My dad’s mom and her partner have been affectionately dubbed The Grandmas for my whole life. Grandma Natalie is as much my grandparent as Grandma Gayle, though we’re not related by blood. I don’t know how many members of my family know I’m queer - I’ve never specifically come out to any of them either - but I don’t worry about it. It’ll become obvious at some point, or I’ll drop it in conversation like I do so often now.

It does vary, how out I am - in high school I was comfortable with it in my personal life, but I never considered joining the LGBTQ+ club - and it’s been different when I’m in a relationship. Both my long term boyfriends were queer/on the bisexuality spectrum, but we presented like a heterosexual couple so never had to worry about coming out. While my high school girlfriend and I weren’t subtle, we also weren’t fully out as a couple. Her family was religious and she was worried about their reaction. On top of that, we were both fairly femme, and in Catholic school the general assumption is that everyone is straight. When I got to college, I only dated men. Part of that was residual fear left over from how badly that high school relationship ended. Part of it was I went to a Catholic university (seriously, how did I spend eighteen years in Catholic institutions when I’ve never been Catholic). A lot of it was compulsive heterosexuality - something queer women fall into a lot because our society is set up with men as the be all and end all (“how could anyone not be attracted to men?” “Of course the ultimate happy ending is settling down with a man...”). A lot of it was how much more I was around men. For the first time, there was a lot of choice, which was an exciting prospect. Even when I wasn’t in a serious relationship, I tended to only focus on men as romantic prospects.

Again, with the benefit of hindsight, I can see how much I’ve been and still am guided by that ingrained need for male attention and validation. It’s also easier to pick up men than women - there’s no is she flirting or is she just friendly to deal with – because men and women are socialized so differently that men don’t usually gush and compliment women they’ve just met in the same way that women do. Maybe it’s just easier to assume men are flirting because of the stereotype that men always want to get laid. Maybe it’s scarier to flirt with women. Maybe both. It’s certainly possible that’s my own projection rather than fact. That said, I did once have a two hour conversation with a lady in a shop during which we effusively complimented each other multiple times, and I have no idea if she was flirting with me or if she was just nice. Girls in bar bathrooms consistently hype each other up without ever exchanging names. It’s wonderful, but it does make things a little foggy when one is trying to flirt with a lady.

Anyway - I was talking about being obviously queer for the first time. It’s odd because I’m very comfortable talking about being bisexual. I bring it up in conversation easily. I post about it for pride. I talk about it a lot on my podcast. I’ve been comfortable with it since I recognized it - I have a wonderfully supportive family, and accepting that part of myself came easily. Presenting it to the world aesthetically is different - more personal, more vulnerable. Even writing about it here, thinking of you reading this, I feel more shy than I would were we face to face. While I didn’t spend any time reassessing my personality when I realized I’m bi, I’m just now recognizing that I do have internalized biphobia and compulsive heterosexuality I need to work through. I think the difference right now is about presentation, that I’ve never felt like I looked bisexual. Which is silly, right? As much as we talk about gaydar and queer trends (bisexuals cuff their jeans, etc), both within the LGBTQ+ community and out, you can’t actually tell anyone’s sexual orientation from their appearance. Queer people just tend to be more adventurous with their self-expression, perhaps because they’ve spent time at one point or another repressing who they are. Perhaps there’s just a joy in exploring something different, that makes you stand out. I don’t know - that’s true for me, though I’m only just starting to experiment myself, and I’m sure it’s different for everyone. I certainly don’t know if I would experiment with my style in the same way if I was straight, having never been straight.

My style has slid less feminine during this year of lockdown. Part of it is that I’m rarely going anywhere, and when I am, I’m walking a lot, so sneakers are a must. I exercise a lot more now, so often when I leave the house, it’s for a workout in a park and I’m dressed in leggings and a sweatshirt. I’ve gravitated toward looser trousers for the last year and a half or so; after years of skinny jeans, I’m obsessed with how comfortable they are. Now that it’s winter, I’m more focused on being warm and comfy than being fashionable. Also, I sort of feel like any moment an apocalypse movie is going to start and I need to be dressed to live in the woods. This added up into a vibe more butch than I’m used to, but with my hair longer than it had been in years, I didn’t really notice.

And then I chopped all my hair off. Like actually all off. A full pixie cut, shorter than I’ve ever gone.

Leading up to it, I guessed I was going to want to lean more into feminine fashion again to balance the cropped cut. I like being feminine and I’m in no hurry to give it up. I planned to pull out my comfy knit pencil skirts and my heeled ankle boots. I expected to forget about my new habit of dressing like I live in the woods. That hasn’t really happened. I’ve still been dressing for comfort, and my style choices have gravitated more toward sweater vests and flare trousers. Both Harry Styles and Phoebe Waller-Bridge in the “Golden” music video. The other day I caught sight of myself in a window and needed a moment to recognize myself: the combination of loose jeans, sweatshirt, raincoat, sneakers, and short hair just didn’t feel like the me I remembered. I looked at myself and didn’t see the femme, straight passing person I’ve looked like for most of my adult life. Let me be clear - I am by no means saying that looking obviously queer is a bad thing. It’s new to me, but I’m rediscovering myself. I still saw me - and that’s key, that this haircut has always felt like me - but a different me than I’m used to seeing in the mirror.

I have a lot of affection for this new aesthetically masculine and feminine mix, and the other day, stuck in the house at the beginning of lockdown no.3, I felt the urge to dress up a little. I put on lipstick for the first time since May, pulled out a plunge bodysuit and a pair of one-of-a-kind flare jeans I found in a vintage shop on Brick Lane the other week (looser jeans are a masculine leaning I’m embracing wholeheartedly). I decked out my fingers in rings and pulled out my wire-rimmed blue light glasses (my eyesight is so bad that my actual glasses look like something from the wardrobe of a nerd from a 1980s movie, so I stick with contacts). I snapped this photo, just to see the full effect as I no longer have a full-length mirror, and - bam.

I love how I look. I’m obsessed with my hair, with the bright red lines of the bodysuit (and isn’t me in a bright color shocking enough!). I love the jeans, love that they’re a little too big in the waist and just keep flowing out from there, a feminine line in a masculine fabric. I love the wire rim glasses (even if I do look like my dad in the 80s). I love the muscle I can see in my arms from months of pushups and calisthenics. I love how much space I take up, both physically and just in my presence. I am feminine and masculine. I am impossible to miss. Once, even a year ago, that would’ve been stressful. Now, I feel like shouting from the rooftops. This is me.

It’s gone up on Instagram. It’s my new profile picture on various apps. The only caption has been a peace sign emoji - a joke within the LGBTQ+ community about how bisexual people never know what to do with our hands (“point a camera at a bisexual and see how long it takes them to flash a peace sign or finger guns”). It’s a very different vibe from my last profile photo - almost two years ago I smiled at my friend behind the camera from a flowering yellow bush as I watched my last relationship coming to an end.

I keep coming back to how much it is different. This is a change - not of who I am, but of how I reflect it to the world. Proud and excited as I am, and as much as I want to care only for what I think, the fear of rejection lingers. The fear that my friends’ love isn’t malleable and won’t fit this new me anymore. The yearning for the people I love and admire to be proud of me. And on top of that, I wonder how I am different, how my change in appearance reflects an inner shift. How it necessitates it. I’ve always felt the inner shone through to the outer - now that I’m changing the outer, does that come from a shift I’ve already made or is there one still to make? Do I have to act more queer because I look it? What do I feel I need to prove?

Maybe I’ve spoken so much and so easily about my sexuality because I knew it wasn’t visible. Now it’s far more clear, and I feel both more confident and shy. Who is this woman who wears red and casually takes up space? I know her, have seen her in flashes, but this is the first time she is stepping out so boldly. That’s it: I am bold in a way I haven’t felt before. I know, logically, that I have been (again, I’ve never been known for subtlety), but not so consciously. Not with so much intention behind my choice. Some boldness comes so easily I never think of it, but this - this was like bursting out of water for that first breath of air. Natural, intuitive, but not easy.

All this comes in the middle of a period of great change in my life. I’m moving back to my home country after living in London for almost three years, back to my parents’ house after living alone for a year during this pandemic. I’m reconsidering everything I want to spend the next few years doing, much less the rest of my life. I’m trying to figure out how to fund seeing the world and how to organize running a podcast with guests from everywhere I go. I’m consciously focusing on myself and what I want rather than delaying or sacrificing my goals for anybody else. I’m putting off putting down roots for a bit and relying on the knowledge my family is there to come back to. My future see-saws between the safety of family and the unquestionable boldness of adventure.

There is an apprehension that comes with change, an acknowledgment that I am growing and becoming something new, something that is always myself though I did not know it was there. It is freeing and exhilarating and terrifying, growing. Like jumping off a cliff, I have to squeeze my hands into fists and tighten my core and rely on the knowledge that the water below will catch me, that I will catch me, so that I can enjoy the fleeting moment of flying into something new.

#selfpost #experts of our own experience #and then she said #queer #lgbtq+

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For the affection asks could you do andy haldane? I love him so much and miss him :’)

valentines day alphabet ( accepting! )

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

Very conscientious about it. Not everyone welcomes the same sort of affection, so Andy’s learned to adapt; if someone doesn’t do well with eye contact or physical touch, he’ll find another way. Andy’s sense of discipline means he isn’t that outwardly-demonstrative anyways, not too liberal with his touches. He always tries to give the other person what they need in the moment... but Andy at his most natural enjoys just spending time with his loved ones. They don’t have to talk, they don’t have to be near each other... he just loves their company. Leaning against someone slightly as they’re busy reading a book, or bobbing his head to their humming... Andy lives for quiet moments of intimacy.

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Kind of a dunce when it comes to flowers of any kind, but he tries his best. If someone wants a bouquet, he’ll get a fantastic gosh darn bouquet, but don’t expect him to have picked it out himself.

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Has a severe weakness. Honestly, it’s probably better if his partner doesn’t like it too much, because Andy will hoard it. Give the poor boy some chocolate and make his day.

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Definitely doesn’t require anything elaborate. Dinner and a movie would be great with him... or maybe going to a concert? As someone who loves music, it would be a fun atmosphere for him, and --- depending on what sort of music they’re listening to --- he’s be able to learn more about his partner that way. Afterwards, he’d go out of his way to do something sweet, like taking his partner out for ice cream, giving them a chance to talk.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Don’t tell anyone, but he’s a cuddler. He loves to hug almost as much as he likes to be held. Just being close to his partner is good enough for him, but having their arms around each other? Actual heaven. Even outside of a romantic relationship, Andy gives... very steady hugs. Warm, reassuring, dad hugs that wrap around you completely, taking you out of the present moment and to someplace calmer.

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He... doesn’t, really. It’s not his forte. He actually gets awkward if he tries, nervous and tongue-tied, not at all like his usual self. Andy’s learned to keep his cool, not trying to flirt at all. Being natural seems to win more affection than his clumsy attempts at flirting ever could. (Plus, he’s just that darn charismatic, he doesn’t have to try.)

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

His gifts are always so... thoughtful? So meaningful? Like, he takes gift-giving very seriously, and would go to multiple stores just to get the right thing for a specific person, who gave him the right ----

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He... restrains himself. Common sense is important, as is not rushing into things too quickly... but when it comes to relationships, Andy doesn’t always look before he leaps. When he cares about someone, it’s just so easy....

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

He’d think it first, absolutely --- but wouldn’t say it until his partner did, just in case they weren’t on the same page. Andy does not want to make his partner uncomfortable (and honestly doesn’t want to get his heart broken) so he’d keep all the ‘love you’s inside until it’s finally safe to say them. After that, he’ll get a certain delight out of saying it, just to make his partner smile. He loves those three little words.

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

You wouldn’t think so, would you? Not even-keeled Andy Haldane, who never loses his temper, never raises his voice... but when it comes to his partner, Andy can be possessive. He doesn’t like seeing other people flirting with them, pressing up against them, and he’ll make that displeasure known. While he won’t get angry, he will insert himself right next to his partner, wrapping an arm around their shoulders or waist to pull them into him. Sometimes he’ll casually peck their cheek, then glance over at the offender --- what were you doing here? Should he really, really be driven to the edge, he might even pull them into a kiss out of the blue, deep and determined.

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Andy is a gentleman until convinced otherwise. The last thing he’d ever want to do is put his partner in an uncomfortable situation, so he’s very conscientious --- a hand respectfully on their waist, a gentle press of lips-to-lips. The best way to describe Andy’s kisses would be tender. He’s very heartfelt about them, and never kisses like he doesn’t mean it. If his partner is more insistent, though, Andy gets into it very quickly. He particularly loves when their hands begin to wander, tearing open his neatly-buttoned shirt and messing up his hair, undoing him completely. When they bite his lip, he tends to moan; his grip becomes possessive, determined, and he consents to parting only to gasp a much-needed breath against their lips, before going back in again.

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

Anyone who comes under his responsibility automatically has a place in Andy’s heart; if he can do something for them, he will. He’s the “brotherhood of man” type who finds a place in his heart for even casual friends --- and, given he has a lot of friends, Andy’s got to have a massive heart. His family comes before anyone else, though, especially his mom and sister. Then there’s Eddie, who he’d take a bullet for without hesitation (ha ha). Then his boys? His squad? His kiddos? He loves them, even if he can’t protect them.

M : MOONLIGHT. is morning or night a more romantic setting?

He’s partial to nighttime, just because --- outdoors at night, with the moon bright and stars overhead, feels like the most romantic setting in the world to him. He always feels a bit more romantic at night.

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

The bedroom is the one place Andrew Haldane loses his perfect self-composure. He’s startlingly sensitive, which surprises most partners; his chest, his scalp, his thighs, all go wild when being touched by someone else. It’s really easy to get a reaction from him; he’s an expressive lover, quite vocal. He’s more adventurous than one might think, getting a thrill out of unconventional locations. He loves his partner’s hair, just touching it and being able to run his fingers through it. Eager to guide his partner into doing what feels good, he “helps” during sex --- but if it gets too annoying, his partner can find a thousand ways to silence him. And, in true Ack-Ack fashion, he’s very sensitive to the needs of his partner; he always needs to know where they stand, how they’re feeling, what they like and what they don’t. Sometimes he’ll “status report” in the middle of the act, murmuring “how are you doing, darling?”... just to make sure they’re alright.

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

Andy is very careful with his words; he thinks things over before speaking, and doesn’t want to say anything he doesn’t mean. He’s very conscious that once spoken, things can’t be taken back. Definitely not the sort to lash out in anger ever, and goes out of his way to be diplomatic. That said, he’s great at expressing himself verbally, and connecting with people on an emotional level. While not much of a writer, he’s a very heartfelt speaker, and passion bleeds through his words.

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Andy wants someone who can stand on their own two feet. Someone resilient, strong, but gentle at the same time; someone who feels things, and is thoughtful in how they process them. If they love music and sports, that’s amazing, but they don’t have to share interests --- Andy just wants someone who’s easy to be around, probably someone focused on their own career or future goals. He needs a grounded person with a big heart, who doesn’t rush into things, and is laid back enough to relax him. When it comes to looks... he’s always loved curly hair, for no particular reason.

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He’d absolutely ask, as soon as he felt the time was right. This is something important to him ---- being able to take that step forward into the future, extending his hand so he and his partner can walk forward together. He’d wait until an anniversary of their relationship (because he’s sentimental like that), and at the end of a great date, get down on one knee with a box in his hand. Andy’s subtle, so chances are his partner didn’t see it coming, but in the moment he is intensely, absolutely sincere.

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Oh, he’s got an incredible romantic side, and is bad at hiding it. During romantic moments, like when the stars are particularly bright overhead or he hears a favorite love song, Andy’s always hit with that good old yearning. To have someone to hold, someone to caress... god forbid the day he actually has someone to dote on! Andy will go all out ---- breakfast in bed, bringing them flowers because they “reminded him of them”, setting baths for them, taking them to all their favorite places... surprising them with a puppy. He just wants to be in love, and to enjoy every second of it.

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Oh, absolutely. He had an on-again, off-again girlfriend through three years of middle school. Sadie Brown was sweet, with bright eyes and a book in her hand always. They danced around each other at school every day; when hanging out in groups, they naturally gravitated towards each other, and occasionally snuck away to sit in quite places while holding hands, just talking. Andy walked her home so often he memorized the route. However, neither of them were willing to put a name to their relationship, and it... fizzled out after a while, as young love tends to do. He still holds fond memories.

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

He... does, though part of him feels like he shouldn’t. He believes love can be true, but fate and destiny pass a bit over his head; he doesn’t know about that, but he is sure that sometimes people are meant to be together. Some love runs so deeply that nothing can sway it, and that’s the purest kind of love --- the kind he wants.

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

He doesn’t like talking about it... but yes, and took it hard. Once he confessed his love for someone --- really laid it all on the line --- and they turned him down. Gently, and Andy bore it with grace, but it really was a blow to his heart. Since then, he’s become... a little frightened of being rejected by someone he loves.

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

It was always an excuse to get his mom something nice every year, so he’s been celebrating it long before he ever gets a partner. A day to make the person he loves feel special? Hey, he’ll take it.

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

Absolutely! Again, this is something important to him --- not just because his parents are very eager to see him finally settled down. Andy has a strong desire for something traditional, especially after the turmoil of the war. He wants stability; he wants to spend the rest of his life with someone, secure in the knowledge that he won’t lose them in the blink of an eye. The idea of waking up every morning next to the person he loves? Priceless.

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

He can definitely roll with them, but... when it comes to his partner, he would want to have something used exclusively between the two of them. Like a secret they share, something meaningful --- and if he heard anyone else use it, he certainly wouldn’t be thrilled.

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Definitely. Andy’s protectiveness is on a completely different page from his jealousy. He’s serious, and means it. No one lays a hand on any of the people he cares about, especially his partner. He’ll intervene physically, not wasting a second; if his sheer presence and glare isn’t enough to ward someone off, he’s prepared to fight. When the people he loves need him, Andrew Haldane does not mess around.

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

He’s not... actively looking, usually, but things sometimes happen. People happen. People who are attracted to him. Again, he doesn’t really flirt, so it’s not like he’s throwing himself out there... but if there’s a mutual attraction, and it’s not morally wrong to do so, he’s game for a roll in the sheets. Say... 5-6 partners?

#andrew haldane #ack ack haldane #the pacific #headcanons #help me goddammit i think i've fallen in love #this was not what i set out to do while writing this #but i had to rewatch his scenes and research him and he's LITERALLY the perfect man??? like oh my god #anon what have you done to me #if anyone comes out of this not in love with andrew haldane ive done something wrong

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 4 years

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Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 , 5 , 6 , 7, 8 , 9 , 10 , 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20

Chapter Twenty-One:

You were starting to think that maybe you just didn’t really know how to function as a human again without Jihoon being right there. As soon as you got back into the lull of your life it was kind of hard to keep yourself on rails.

You were trying to recommit yourself to everything, but for some reason, it was a little difficult to remain motivated to do everything that was on your plate. Even if everything was only a handful of things. You weren’t sure exactly why, but classes were such a chore to go to, even if you enjoyed them, and loved to learn what they were teaching.

Even clocking in to work was a bit of a hassle. Which was always a surprise to you as work tended to be a bit of a breather from your otherwise complicated life.

Either way you still pushed yourself.

It was easier to motivate yourself to just… Do what you needed to do when you remembered that Jihoon cared about you, even if you didn’t get to see him a whole lot. Even if you didn’t understand why he did, or what you had done to deserve his affection.

Somedays, honestly, it made you a little worse, to wonder too much about why he wasted his time with you. Sure, you were great in a lot of ways… But you were awful in a lot of ways too, and that wasn’t something that could be easily overlooked.

One thing that you tried to do- as a distraction, was throw yourself back into work. You picked up some extra hours- ignoring the way that Jeongin chided you for that- and fell back into a lull of your life.

It was interesting, to find a balance that fit everything. Your friends, work, the club, and Jihoon… If you weren’t careful, didn’t perfectly run all of your activities through your mind to make sure nothing conflicted and you had factored in all of the things you ought to good done, then everything could come crumbling down.

You wondered how you managed to keep this busy when you were in a foreign country. You felt like it should be harder, considering when you had first arrived you hadn’t really known anyone.

“Hey, so for the performance tonight, do you think you could help walk everyone to the venue?” Caitlin asked, glancing up at you from her phone. You hummed and nodded uncertainly.

“Should be fine. Wouldn’t want anyone to get lost,” you agreed. You thought over who all was performing that night and silently counted of in your head everyone you would need to keep accounted for.

“I’m excited that we are doing a collab with Kwangsun’s busking group,” Cailtin commented. “It was so nice of them to ask us to do this with them.”

“Their Youtube fans will really appreciate it,” you commented softly, but you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips. “But I’m really excited to see Sunny again.”

Jubilee had come to class one morning with a boy in tow, the largest smile on her face, only mirrored on everyone else’s when they recognized who it was.

Kwangsun was fairly popular with you and your friends, because he had a group that did busking on the streets in Korea. He, in particular, was your favorite in the group due to his sunny personality and his duality- So when he had walked into the classroom, you almost couldn’t believe your eyes.

You didn’t trust yourself to talk to people you looked up to- famous or not- and somethings never really changed no matter how long you spent in Korea, literally meeting your idols at every turn. So, when the taller, and objectively attractive boy walked into the room you had buried yourself in your own scribbles, copying your notes down from one notebook to another to keep your mind busy, and to make it look like you were busier than you really were.

Of course, you hadn’t been able to stay distracted by your own handwriting for too long.

“Well, we could try to do a performance with you guys, that would be so much fun,” Caitlin was saying excitedly. Julia had squealed, and you could hear the shuffle of the two grabbing one another’s hands. You risked a glance up, regretting it as soon as you made eye contact with Kwangsun.

You looked away from him, your grip tightening on your pencil. You didn’t want to be a part of the conversation, but you knew that if you didn’t speak up- make it happen- it never would.

“What about a month from now? I’ll help arrange the collabs too.”

“We should do a duet together,” Kwangsun had suggested immediately after. It was so sudden that you looked up in surprise, your eyebrows raising towards him. “As the two leaders of our respected groups of course.”

You honestly hadn’t been too sure how excited you were to do a solo with a guy alone, but of course, you had agreed. How could you say no to him? That sweet smile, the eager squeals of your friends at the simple suggestion. You should be excited after all. It would be fun to dance with him! You knew you would enjoy it. Well, you were fairly sure you would as he got your phone number, saying he would think about what you two should do. But you only became less sure when he texted you that night:

What about Now by Troublemaker?

But let’s do the beginning Dahye did since we won’t have backup dancers.

You looked up the performance he had been talking about and your mouth nearly went dry.

Had you ever been that sexual in your life? If you had, then you were positive you had never done so for a performance before. It was a lot and required a lot of trust in the partner.

Of course, you didn’t think Kwangsun was going to do anything to you, but god it definitely required you to be good at being sexy, and you weren’t nearly that confident in yourself.

Even so, you had tentatively agreed, figuring this was just another instance of you letting your own insecurities get ahead of yourself. You should push yourself after all, do things you weren’t comfortable with so that you could be more comfortable with them in the future.

So, you started to learn the dance.

You practiced on your own in Japan between… Everything else and tried not to think too much about having to actually perform this with Kwangsun.

“Y/n!”

You jumped slightly when the older boy popped around the corner, his signature sunny smile spread over his lips. You smiled back at him uncertainly.

“Ah, Kwangsun-”

“Call me Sunny,” he stated off-handedly. “You ready for practice?”

Kwangsun was similar to Jeongin in a way that made you think maybe you had a type. They were both insistent on spending time with you, weirdly patient, and would jestingly criticize you for not taking enough care of yourself or for running late… You figured that if Jihoon wasn’t an idol, spending time with him would be a lot like spending time with them. Except… Different.

You knew where you stood with Jihoon… For the most part. And you were positive of your relationship with Jeongin, but Kwangsun. He was a whole different story.

The difference between him and Jihoon was simple. Jihoon was an idol- untouchable- whereas Kwangsun was like, someone from your high school who was really popular. He walked among you every day, knew the names of everyone in your class, and invited everyone out for dinner because we just don’t hang out enough.

It was like he was everybody’s best friend, and on top of that, he was a celebrity. In essence, at least. In some senses, people held Kwangsun above that of other idols, because they could be friends with Kwangsun. But the idea of befriending someone from, say, Seventeen was some crazy pipe dream.

Maybe that was why he wasn’t such a big deal to you. Sure, you had never been one to idolize idols too much more than yourself, but you figured that you probably still wouldn’t have been that impressed by him.

But what made it all even more… Interesting was that Kwangsun was particularly interested in you. Even though everyone during group practices should be a focus, Kwangsun always tended to gravitate towards you. He asked you when everyone should separate for a break, or what you wanted to do next. He messed with you during stretches and dragged you with him to find water.

Sure, some of it was just… Leader stuff. But when he texted you every day just wanting to know what exactly you were up to, but never responded to anyone else in-class when they messaged him, it was a bit more difficult to say that it was just a leader thing.

Still, you were feeling yourself get more comfortable around it- it was after all easy to convince yourself that it was all in your head when you got to know him better. Sure maybe someone could glance at you and think you were attractive, but once they got to know what you were like around other people, you couldn’t imagine they would ever deem you as a dateable person.

You listened idly as Kwangsun counted off beats under his breath, you humming along to the song as you moved. Right foot, left foot, shimmy, hip, shoulder, spin. This choreography was pretty heavy on the hips and the amount of time that you had spent just watching yourself sway your hips from side to side in the mirror was ridiculous. Any time that Kwangsun called for a break of any sort you just, turned your attention to your reflection, hands above your head, trying to make your movements look as fluid as possible.

Then it was back at it.

The worst part about the dance itself was that you were a clumsy kid and being this close to Kwangsun you were just constantly worried that you would hit him. He placed his hands on your hips and you ran your movements through your mind at super speed, trying to make sure you didn’t mess up a single part.

“You okay?” Kwangsun would mumble, his breath huffing softly against your cheek as you both ran slowly through the choreography. His hand always hovered just over yours when you two went through it slowly. You knew he was worried about stepping over any lines with you. He was considerate, wanted to ensure your comfort above all.

It sort of annoyed you. If he wanted to do a sexy choreography with you- you placed your hand over his, pushing it against your body- he needed to just commit.

“Maybe we should call it a day,” Kwangsun mumbled with a laugh after you two ran through the dance at full speed once again. “We’ve been at it for hours.”

You nodded, breathing in soft pants as you stopped doing the dance move you had been quietly running through.

“You think it’s good enough?” You murmured.

“You look great,” he replied and honestly you could almost see the stars in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes to pass off the compliment and shifted your shoulders, stretching out your arms distractedly.

“I’ll practice some more on my own,” you stated. He came up behind you, placing his head on your shoulder. He smiled at you two’s reflection in the mirror.

“You don’t need to practice at all,” he mumbled. “You are perfect.”

You snorted again, not sure exactly how to react to that. So instead of reacting, you pushed away from him.

“I’ll be perfect, with more practice,” you stated softly. You leaned forward and brushed your hair out of your face as you started the video once again, intent on figuring out exactly what steps you were missing. You did your first move, only to be stopped by a hand being placed on your shoulder.

“Wow, you truly are intense,” he mumbled. You looked over at him, your eyebrows furrowing.

“What?” You asked.

“You’re intense,” he replied pointedly. “That’s what everyone always says. You don’t stop practicing until you drop dead.”

You ignored his words and started to go back to the dance, jumping right into the choreography, murmuring the words under your breath as you moved. Kwangsun shook his head and whistled.

“What would your boyfriend say?”

That caught you off guard. You stumbled in the middle of your steps and looked at him with wide eyes, trying your best to keep any semblance of cool that you could.

“What?”

You wondered who told, what you needed to say next…. But, of course, before you could think too much about it, Kwangsun raised an eyebrow.

“Well, you know… Unless you don’t have a boyfriend.”

Maybe it was worse, that you were relieved to hear him say that instead of mentioning that he knew that Jihoon was your boyfriend. You laughed- maybe a little too aggressively but you were just so relieved that you weren’t outed.

“What even is a boyfriend?” You asked you waved your hands through the air. “Boyfriend, that was funny Sunny. That was funny.”

Kwangsun snickered at your violent reaction, putting his hands on his hips.

“You sure are defensive about this aren’t you?” He asked softly. You shrugged and straightened up.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stated pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest.

He hummed and nodded, coming closer to you, his face getting close to yours. When you guys practiced this in the dance, it was a whole other story. A completely different set of circumstances. You guys were dancing after all. In essence acting.

It wasn’t real life. It wasn’t like you thought you guys would actually kiss. You knew you never would.

And yet, here in this moment, the closer that Kwangsun got to you…

“You know, I really like it when you say that nickname,” he murmured. Your breath hitched, but the action was in surprise, not in anything else.

“I’m not the only one who calls you that,” you stated, stuttering nervously over your words. You started to back away from Kwangsun, unsure of what else to do. Kwangsun smiled, not seeming to realize that you were backing away because of uncertainty.

“Yeah, but you’re the only one who makes my heart skip a beat when you do,” he replied.

Your back hit the dance room mirror, and in surprise, you placed your hands on its cold surface. Oh god, how had you gotten into this situation? How had you been so careless? You knew better than to let yourself be in a room alone with a guy. You knew that it could get you into bad situations, and you were dumb and susceptible to outside influence.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as Kwangsun grew closer to you. He placed a hand on your wrist, his thumb soothingly caressing your wrist.

“I, uh, I know it’s probably a bad time to say it, but when is there ever a good time? Y/n… I sort of have a crush on you,” he murmured softly. He got a little shy as he spoke. “It’s just that… I don’t know. You’re really nice and passionate. Your smile lights up a room- when you decide to smile- and I kind of want to have that smile around for as long as I can.”

His face grew closer to yours, his gaze meeting yours once again.

“Is that… Is that okay?” He asked. You nervously held his gaze, unsure of what you could possibly say to him.

“I, uh-”

Jesus Christ. You had literally never rejected anyone properly before in your life. You were so nonconfrontational. So incapable of expressing emotions or letting people down or anything of the sort.

“Kwangsun, you’re nice and I, uh-”

He just kept getting closer, clearly not expecting a rejection. His mouth came closer to yours; his lips were so close to yours that you thought for a moment that it would happen. Just a few more millimeters and his lips would-

“I can’t kiss you,” you blurted, almost frantically. Kwangsun froze, his eyebrows furrowing a little bit in surprise.

“Wh-”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you exclaimed. “I just, I’m in love with someone else and I wish I didn’t because you’re a really great person…”

As you rambled, Kwangsun started to back away from you, his hands leaving your body entirely. This time, you were the one following him a bit.

“And I really want to be able to return your affections. I mean you’re attractive and kind and-”

“But you like someone else,” Kwangsun interrupted. You were expecting hate in his eyes, but instead of that, you were met with something… Almost scarier. Understanding? “It’s okay, it really is. I mean, we don’t control the wills of our hearts, do we?”

He chuckled and raised his hand to the back of his neck. You knew he was trying to reassure you, but…. It really just stung more. You felt your face beginning to warm, tears stinging at the back of your eyes.

“I am so sorry.”

A confused expression spread over his face.

“Why are you sorry? Don’t be sorry. You’re doing nothing wrong.”

Tears started to roll down your cheeks, a wrecked look spread over your face. You did nothing wrong? Nothing? How could that be true when you weren’t able to return feelings to Kwangsun that he was feeling.

Kwangsun looked absolutely wrecked when he realized you were crying. He surged forward, his arms wrapping around you tightly, pushing your face into his chest.

“Why are you crying? Oh my god, don’t cry. It’s not your fault.”

And now you were even worse. Why were you crying? When Kwangsun was the one who should be crying, or upset, you just rejected him. You just rejected someone else and you were the one crying.

God you hated yourself. Were you really this self-centered? Were you crying for pity? So that Kwangsun just couldn’t be mad at you. He should be pissed at you, not hugging you. Oh my god, why were you crying? And why was it so hard to stop?

“Stop crying y/n, it’s okay, you have no reason to cry. I can’t force you to like me,” he murmured softly, his nose brushing your hair. He pushed you back after a second, giving you that sunny smile that made you like him in the first place. “Don’t stress about being what I want you to be okay? Just be yourself.”

You smiled and nodded slowly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try,” you assured softly.

Jihoon. God, you really needed to see Jihoon. More than literally anything else you needed to see him again, and hold his hand, and kiss his lips and know that you were loved, and you loved him and that things in the world made sense. Because when your hands were on him things just made more sense.

But you couldn’t be with Jihoon right now. You weren’t sure when you could see him next and that stung almost as much as this did.

“But know,” he mumbled softly. “Know that I won’t stop trying to win your heart.”

You were shocked back to the present, your eyes widening as your gaze caught his again.

“I like you. A lot. I won’t let you just slip away because you like some mystery man.”

He gave you a large bright smile and patted you gently on your head.

“You should get home,” he told you softly. He turned away from you and grabbed his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll see you okay?”

You watched in silence as he left the room, unsure of what you could say. In the end, you just smiled unsurely and nodded once.

You groaned as soon as the door was shut behind you. God, you couldn’t believe this.

Fuck it, you needed to see Jihoon. You needed to see him now.

Chapter Twenty-Two

#Click Click by leejihoonownsmyheart #Seventeen #Lee Jihoon #Woozi #Woozi Fanfiction #Seventeen Fanfiction

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edengarden · 3 years

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Hey pls could I get a regular matchup for bnha!<3 I'd prefer a guy but if you think any female fits better then I can be down w/ that too ;))

Getting the basics out of the way: Aries, ENFJ 2w3, Hufflepuff, Chaotic Good

I'm 5'7 with quite a big chest but a lack of ass lmao and I've got bleach blonde hair with bangs that falls just in-between shoulder and chest length. Brown eyes with long lashes (honestly still confused why they're so long now bcuz I deadass cut them off like three years ago bcuz I thought they looked too feminine?? Jokes on past me I'm Extremely stereotypicaly feminine now😽) and a dorky smile that I try to hide in pics but that just ends up with me looking like I have resting bitch face💔

I'm extremely extroverted, bubbly and kind to others with a somewhat hidden vulgar sense of humour that rly contrasts the "cute fluffy animals in sunflower fields and neverending love" vibe that I give off irl. I take on a motherly protective role with my friends (we will pretend that wasn't just bcuz trauma made me mature early luv that 4 me) and am always there to offer advice or just cute pictures/facts to take their mind off their worries!

Despite being very extroverted and people-oriented some people that don't know me may think I'm a lil shy because of my anxiety and tendancy to overthink EVERYTHING. Around my friends I try and hide my real feelings behind a super happy mask so that others can feel the joy I give off and I don't feel like a burden🏃🏃 I can also be incredibly judgemental in my head and if I know I'm right about something I will fight to the death till others acknowledge that I'm actually right.

My current biggest hobby is cooking/baking and I always make dinner every Sunday without fail (shout out 2 my roast dinners they are elite if I do say so myself😌) along with some sweet treats. I also enjoy creating cosplays because it combines my love of sewing, makeup and acting because I can completely embody my character and not have to worry about being judged because it's not Me being judged it's the character I'm portraying.

I can honestly vibe to any music but I prefer cheesy pop songs and jazz music along with assorted classical music that I listen to every night to help me sleep (I say that but some of them fr have me trying to stay awake just so I can listen to the whole song rip)

When it comes to people I tend to gravitate towards introverts because I can always make them ramble their heart out and I adore listening it's honestly my hidden talent both romantically and platonically they've said that they feel I'm trustworthy and easy to talk to (SUCH high praise like 60% of my past friends were the bookworms that Never Spoke and one of my besties now talks to me more than most of her family after only knowing eachother 2months)

Ummm fun fact abt myself I used to be obsessed with the idea of being a spy when I was a child so I wrote my entire diary in code and to this very day I can't uncode a single thing I wrote💀

Have a wonderful day I hope this is enough haha💗

I WANNA MATCH YOU UP SOOO BAD WITH MONOMA SO I’LL HECKING DO IT

Listenlistenlisten you give off strong Kendou vibes, But Better. And I mean better suited for Monoma. He’s a lot to handle, but you can definitely do it. I think your friendly demeanour and naturally approachable self is VERY convenient for him, even if he won’t say it out loud for a while.

At first you can bet he’s not THAT interested; you’re just another person, and a bubbly one at that. But then he sees how your sense of humour completely derails from your persona and his heart goes “and I oop-“

Jkjk I honestly think it takes Monoma a while to fall, but it’s an irreversible process. Like you keep his boasting and insulting in check?? When he aims it towards you, you just aim it back at him with the same silver tongue he has?? Battle of the Wits. Everyone KNOWS it’s flirting but he doesn’t. You don’t. It’s actually sort of funny.

The fact that you can befriend literally anyone? He’s Shooketh, it’s something he’s not able to do (for very good reasons), but he admires it. He totally hid his admiration through “maniacal plans” of having you befriend people from 1-A and become a spy on the inside. You did not agree to his plans and still went on to befriend Koda lmao you really said “fuck yo plans”.

And my GOD YOUR ARGUMENTATIVE SIDE. He loves it so much, he loves to trigger it, he loves to argue with you, and it’s even better because he’s a bit,, dumb dumb so he 100% thinks he’s right but you KNOW he’s wrong but he thinks he knows he’s right and the arguments go on forever and wow I guess you’re moronsexual now?? This is oddly endearing to me what the heck.

It takes so long for this boy to realize his feelings, and even longer to confess, but through it all he remains the same towards you. The only exception is after you two become a thing and he gets comfortable with you, you might be able to draw out some insecurities from him. Please help him with those he needs help

Songs!!

- Wake Up In The Sky, Gucci Maine, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

- That’s Life, Frank Sinatra

- Fame, David Bowie (if this doesn’t give you a Monoma vibe NOTHING will-)

- Fashion, David Bowie

#mha #bnha #mha matchup #bnha matchup #monoma neito

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pynkhues · 4 years

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I was wondering, in the c&c universe, who in Beth's kid would be the more likely to do something that could really piss off Rio? Like he seem to always remain calm and in control with the kids, I sometimes wonder how he would react if one of them did something really really bad...

Ah, this is such a fun ask! It’s such a funny thing too, because I sort of had loose thoughts in my head about the kids when I started writing C&C, but they’ve really firmed up across the course of writing it (which I hope has come across for people reading!) It’s been so fun to imagine the kids as more than just plot devices and scenery like they often are on the show (not all the time! But…. sometimes), and even more fun imagining the relationships both Beth and Rio have with them.

So, okay, for everyone reading, this is all purely Center and Circumference stuff, not canon, so just keep that in mind.

(This list is ordered least prone to being infuriating down to most, haha, not age, which I think in both canon / C&C is Kenny – Danny – Emma – Marcus – Jane).

Rio definitely finds Emma and Kenny the easiest.

Emma

Emma is someone I typically write based mostly off her s2 characterisation (and a bit off her s1 characterisation!) as being incredibly sweet and gentle. She’s a bit of a tattle tale, a bit bossy, super well-behaved, but also very bright, kind and creative. She’s hands down the easiest of all the kids for both Beth and Rio, but is also prone to being oversensitive about things and totally useless when it comes to defending herself or standing her ground. She’s not weak-willed exactly, just she doesn’t really stand up to scrutiny and she hates conflict.

With all of that, Rio’s relationship with her is very paternal and pretty protective. He genuinely likes being around her because she’s quiet and studious and thoughtful, but he also gets immensely frustrated by her – particularly as she gets older – because she’s a little too soft, and she wounds easily, and is a little prone to being taken advantage of by kids at school (which scares the shit out of both Beth and Rio, even if they won’t always admit it). Particularly in highschool, Emma’s the sort who’s desperate to fit in, and will do things out of character to get there, which totally breaks Beth’s heart and infuriates Rio to no end.

Kenny

I actually see Kenny as being someone who’s fairly sensitive as well. I think the show portrays that in the sense of him generally being pretty gentle and overly trusting, and having his anxieties manifest through his binge eating (which was a massively underdeveloped storyline, but I liked it and am running with it, haha). In C&C – which I’ve written in a few times already – I see him generally as having ‘manned up’ when Dean moved out, and made a big effort to help Beth more and to be a good big brother to his siblings, but also still being somebody who’s fairly soft at the centre of him and prone to anxiety.

During Beth and Dean’s divorce, he also got progressively more protective of Beth, and that’s something he initially struggles with in terms of her and Rio’s relationship, but as Rio and Beth become longer term and more and more stable, and Rio keeps looking out for Beth, Kenny really does come to love Rio, although he always has - - not reservations, but I think he’s the first to realise exactly what sort of work Rio does, and it worries him constantly – something that only gets worse as his relationship to Rio grows and he becomes worried for him too.

Kenny’s…not the brightest crayon in the box, and he can be a bit of a dick, particularly during adolescence (what teenager isn’t?), but he’s not really rebellious. Beth and Rio have the most issues getting him to study and getting him to have any sort of ambition or direction that isn’t fleeting (he’s a (adequate) jack of all trades and a master of none!)

In terms of the kids most capable of pissing Rio off, it’s sort of a three-way tie for different reasons, haha.

Marcus

Marcus is, of course, Rio’s son, and in that he’s charismatic, cute, a little more cunning than he pretends to be, and too smart for his own good. And Rio knows, of course he knows, but he’s a little more blind to it than he realises he is, which just entertains Beth to no end. He was a natural born troublemaker, and Beth sees it instantly, but Rio is forever convinced its Jane’s influence, and sees Marcus as more of a golden child than he is (although to be fair – he’s a pretty golden child).

Beth develops a really strong relationship with Marcus, particularly through cooking as Marcus loves doing that with her (Rio can’t cook, and despite the fact that Marcus’ mom – Laura – manages restaurants, she’s all business, not the craft of cooking really at all), and he actually kind of loves that Beth calls him on his bullshit while also being loving and fair, whereas Rio is someone who’s prone to penduluming between approval and disapproval when it comes to the kids, haha.

Marcus generally though is pretty relaxed, a voracious reader, lowkey competitive (he loves a boardgame and plays a range of sports in highschool), but he’s also someone with a bit of a wild streak – particularly in terms of pranks, partying and toying with the line of the law as he gets older (usually with Jane. Okay, always with Jane).

Jane

And ah, Jane. My favourite Boland Kid after s2, haha. She’s snarky, stubborn, is brought to life by gross things, and is about as reckless and prone to misbehaving as Emma is to, well, good behaviour (although Jane does actually listen to Beth too – just like in 2.07 – she didn’t cross the road!). Jane is a terror through and through, and sure, she has a heart of gold, but as Annie will say “At what cost?”

Jane rebels hard, but despite that, she adores both Beth and Rio, and while she exudes confidence, and is a natural born leader, she’s a lot needier than she pretends she is, and is very much the family baby. She doesn’t make friends easily, but she found another half in Marcus – who becomes basically her twin in many ways, but who she’s also sort of in constant battle around because for all the ways people gravitate to Marcus, they tend to avoid Jane (sexism and misogyny’s a bitch!) and Marcus, despite all his best traits, just doesn’t get it and assumes it’s usually because she’s pissed someone off. In no small part because Jane also is somebody who’s pretty naturally antagonistic, but she’s also fierce and kind and loyal and smarter than she pretends to be. Particularly as she gets older too, she becomes closer and closer with Emma and Beth, but also Annie and Ruby.

Jane’s probably the kid Rio finds most frustrating on a surface level – she’s the one who’s always in trouble after all – but as we all know, Rio kind of loves troublemakers, and there aren’t any smoke and mirrors with Jane. She is what she is, and Rio doesn’t have favourites (outside of his son of course), but if he did – despite himself – Jane would be it. He loves that little jerk, haha.

Danny

So the winner of the ‘kid who pisses Rio off the most’ is Danny, and I feel a bit bad for saying this here, because I haven’t actually really written much of this in yet (although it’s heavily plotted into Part 4 of C&C and very firm in my head). Danny’s definitely the kid on the show that we know the least of, but he’s also pretty consistently quiet in the scenes we’ve seen him in, and so I have rolled with that, haha.

He’s artistic and creative, albeit pretty average at non-artsy classes at school (although not a struggling student at all), but he’s also really quiet and almost private. Not secretive exactly, but he’s a kid who doesn’t like much attention drawn to him, who embarrasses easily, and who just likes to do his own thing – which proves a nightmare for both Beth and Rio for a few reasons – firstly, Rio’s SO into art, and sees so much talent in Danny, that Danny’s really just too embarrassed to show Rio (particularly early on – I think Danny’s the slowest to warm to people too), secondly, he’s prone to wandering off on his own and disappearing (I keep wanting to write this with Beth and Rio both freaking out in their own ways and somebody should prompt me, haha), thirdly, his tendency to fly under the radar means he gets away with things and can misbehave without drawing attention until he’s arrested for graffiti), and fourth, (which is a lowkey spoiler for Part 4!) that that tendency towards not drawing attention to himself means he can be genuinely sick or hurt and prone to hiding it. (I also headcanon him in this series as being very prone to getting sick generally, but that feels like a whole other thing).

And all of that really is something that pisses Rio off – both when Danny’s still a kid and when he’s older, because Danny’s surprisingly good at playing innocent and Rio doesn’t like being made a fool of – whether that be Danny pretending he doesn’t have a fever before school only to have Rio called a few hours later by the school nurse, to when he’s older, and pretending he doesn’t care if Rio comes to a tiny, low-rent artshow everyone knows he’s better than, and then being upset when Rio doesn’t figure it out, which is to say nothing of poor Beth, haha.

Anyway, clearly I need to write more Danny and his nightmare self into C&C.

But yes! The answer to your question is Danny, haha, although they are all terrible, wonderful dumpster kids in their own ways.

#the center and circumference #emma boland #kenny boland #marcus #jane boland #danny boland #my fic

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carnoshin · 5 years

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Slashers With A Magical Girl S/O

Prompt(s) provided by @galaxy-of-pastels, based off of Puella Magi Madoka Magica. I was in the fandom when I was younger, so excuse the length!!!

((I know the cut won’t work on mobile, yet again, so I’m also gonna tag this as “long post.” soz))

(Also. Side-note that I think is funny: technically, all you need to become a magical “””girl””” is human emotions, so. Technically. These boys could make a wish. Too bad I can’t draw men, this seems like it would be fun to do;;;)

Jason

You probably assume that the famous “Jason Voorhees of Camp Blood” is a witch, so that’s how you end up there. Maybe you still have some hope left in you, maybe you’re trying to claim the territory.

Obviously, you’re surprised when the infamous Jason is... Well, he’s just himself. And he’s surprised when you walk off being gored. It does some serious corruption to your soul gem, but you’ve been through worse-- that’s what being a magical girl is, simple enough: not fun and seriously harming.

((As for the general relationship and the specific questions, lol))

Usually, in the Madoka universe, magical girls do not age unless spurned by their transformation (Godoka seems to be a few years older than usual Madoka, for example. Also, there’s a wish that basically splits someone into two people in the manga: it’s transformative, is what I’m getting at). If you are chronologically an adult and pass for an adult, you probably turned later in your teen years.

Once you make your wish, your body is essentially dead: you’re a ghost possessing your preserved corpse.

Jason relates to that on a certain level, but he’s also vaguely worried about the fact that he is rotting. It becomes a very “monstrous alien or beautiful corpse” situation, if you’re familiar with that saying-- both are psychologically terrifying, but the one people prefer says something about them. That monstrous aspect is part of what drew you two together.

He’s caught off-guard by the idea that you could just. Disappear forever? Only leaving behind destruction and despair? Given the fact that you’re with him, he’s vaguely terrified what your Labyrinth could be like. He wonders if you would hurt him-- he deeply wants you to be able to come back to him, if you ever reach that point of corruption. (And no, he doesn’t care about the consequences.)

You have to leave fairly often to find grief seeds and he insists you leave when he “has to” commit his occasional massacre, in case it corrupts your gem even more.

Technically, only magical girls or kyubey can enter the witch’s labirynth without assistance. Everyone else is affected by either suicidal thoughts or illness. At first, it doesn’t strike him as odd: it’s just a group of teens coming up in the middle of summer, it’s not rare at all. But he finds himself being a bit more reckless than usual-- he’s practically making himself known at this point, no doubt as to whether or not he’s an urban legend.

(I would sincerely hope you don’t bring him into the labirynth: are you trying to get your mans killed?)

Most magical girls can go beyond their fully corrupted gem. (It’s implied that Homura never uses a grief seed after she gets herself set “right,” simply by supressing her sadness.) So if you come back from a fight and you’re particularly quiet, it can be even more stressing on your end when he tries to comfort you-- that release of emotion is what forms a witch, after all. Giving a matter of fact “I almost died” and leaving it at that is your best bet.

If you became a witch, he’d feel so... Guilty? He’d probably be there to watch the grief seed “hatch” and might get caught in the resulting chaos-- emotion is a very strong thing with magical girls, so if you have lots of emotions for him... He could get sucked in. Once you are slain he just. Sits there. In the same place you were when he last saw you. The quiet of the house, the fact that all your things are still there... It just wrecks him.

(Lmao, did you think a Madoka post was gonna be happy...? Nah.)

Bubba

Again, you are probably there in the assumption that a witch is in the area. Most magical girls ditch Kyubey after finding out what he did to them, so you’re left trying to find them on your own-- not impossible, but certainly harder than just following the little rabbit-puppy-cat bastard. Witches do spread around violence-prone areas, so it’s not a terrible stretch of the imagination.

There very well might be a witch in the area. Though witches can move around, if you catch one early it’s likely to be in an abandoned place-- where magical girls tend to hang around. And, sure enough, there are lots of abandoned places around the Sawyer property. It’s not the best place to set up a base camp, however.

You probably wouldn’t be terribly friendly with the Sawyer family altogether-- probably just Bubba: his secret friend who comes by at night to talk with him. His “imaginary” girlfriend, if you will-- his brothers certainly call you that, at least.

Bubba doesn’t quite get all of the stuff around witches and rumors and familiars and all that. He thinks the soul gem is quite pretty: he can sort of see the resemblance between you and it.

He’s the most likely to take off with your soul gem on accident. It’s really pretty and, since it’s yours, he very much sees it as something precious-- not in the fact that it’s literally your soul so much as “this belongs to my lover. I keep it on me to remind me of them.” So you can see why that would be an issue.

There are a few events where he finds a grief seed nearby his house-- witch’s gravitate towards violence and death, so the Sawyer house isn’t an unlikely place for them to go. You frequently tell him to make sure his family is healthy and he starts to be a bit more “doting” around his family than usual, though it makes them upset at him.

He knows what your soul gem looks like. So he recognizes your grief seed immediately. And then he just... Loses time. He “wakes up” thirty minutes later, dangerously close to the woodchipper in the backyard. He remembers that you told him if he ever lost time like that, he should make sure he’s safe-- that his family is safe and relatively health. And after he does, just like you told him to, he remembers where he saw the little silver and black trinket that looked like your soul gem. And it’s just gone.

It becomes a regular part of his daily schedule to check over by the place he would meet you-- you on the opposite side of the fence that denoted the Sawyer property. You never come back, but... He’s certainly keeping his hopes up.

Brahms

The Heelshire mansion is a good place for a base. It’s only a twenty minute drive from a major city; being an older magical girl, you have a type of authority that the other girls succeed to, so there’s very few territorial issues; there’s a hospital ten minutes away; no one ever comes by, so you can do as much magical stuff as you like without worry of being exposed. Etcetera.

Since your magic is so very advanced, as an “adult” magical girl, you probably end up making a kind of... Temporal space to disappear into. This is the main thing that interests Brahms about you: you enter a room-- one that he can see into and enter, if he so pleases-- but you’re never in the room. For a while, he considers that he might be going insane. Or perhaps you’re a ghost-- things he never believed in, especially because most assume he is a ghost.

He becomes terribly interested with you-- not even in a romantic sense, because he does have a kind of fear towards you: he truly thinks you’re a demon or a spectre-- perhaps a ghost from the witch hunts way back when, as you occasionally mention witches when you have a visitor outside the house.

He takes note of a type of creature outside the house that you seem to absolutely hate. He assumes it’s some strange toy, as he can just barely hear it speaking. One day, it mentions that someone else is in the house and before he knows how to react, you’re searching through the house with something shiny in hand. You never find him: he’s not a witch or a magical girl or anything of the sort, so he doesn’t show up on your radar.

When you go to sleep at night, he is so very careful about taking that lovely gem you seem to have. He takes it back to his room and leaves it there for further inspection. For the next two days, you don’t move even once. He even gets so bold as to check your pulse, shake your body to try to wake you. And then he hears that strange creature that you seem to hate speaking to him: he hasn’t the slightest clue how it got into the house, but he listens to it and returns your soul gem. He sits by your bedside waiting for you to wake up. Needless to say, you’re quite frightened when you do and see a man you’ve never seen before watching over you.

He listens very intently about your life as a magical girl. He’s seen you do such strange things. It only takes one single transformation-- to him it seems to only take a single blink, though you do go through the whole process-- to convince him. He’s not terribly afraid of you turning to a witch--- if you’re unhappy with him, it serves you right. (He... Sucks...)

The thing is, he won’t let you leave very often to get grief seeds. You’re always just on the verge of becoming a witch. If you’re lucky, you can convince some of the younger girls to give you “extra” grief seeds. They suggest you run from him-- plenty of them are homeless; it’s a norm for magical girls.

If you do become a witch, it probably happens in the manor. He accosts the girls who came to destroy your labirynth as soon as everything is over-- he’s awake and alert immediately after. The girls aren’t so kind as to give him your grief seed-- you were extremely difficult to beat, so they can’t just let the grief seed grow and destroy once again: you’d only get stronger and more dangerous.

He gets so lonely, so depressed. He doesn’t eat. He hardly sleeps. He becomes a husk of a man. He doesn’t die from grief, however, no. He has to go through the process of grief. All alone.

#jason voorhees x reader #jason vorhees #bubba sawyer #bubba x reader #bubba saywer x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms the boy #long post #you know what's interesting? the day I saw the original post with the questions i had to pick up and put away some lances at work and #immediately got sis puella magica stuck in my head for a good two hours.

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