#( what better day to be kind to others and give them a compliment than valentine's day? )
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-> HINATA SHOUYOU X FEMALE!READER
Summary: Hinata has changed a lot since he graduated high school and came to Brazil. He has had a lot of fun with other girls since he got here - why shouldn't he try his luck with you?
Words: 1.398
Warnings: groping, dubcon
Hinata starts having fun in Brazil. Before, he was used to being the small kid everyone thought was kinda cute but never a guy girls would be drooling over, fighting to go on a date with. It probably came down to his size, his biggest insecurity throughout all those years. Even later, when he overcame it in volleyball he never truly overcame the impression other people had of him and the way they constantly underestimated him and thought he was younger than he truly was. In the later months of high school, when puberty started being a bit kinder on his body and made his shoulders broader, his arms thicker with muscle, he still looked like a kid. Even when girls gave him chocolates for valentine's day or confessed to having a crush on him, he could tell what they were thinking. That he was cute.
He tried not to let it bother him but deep down, it always did. So when he came to Brazil and started becoming even taller, broader and stronger, he experienced something for the first time. Never before had he had girls looking up at him, batting their eyelashes like those sexy women in the movies did. Now, they bite their lips, touch him in subtle ways that still express their desire for him. No one had ever behaved like that around him. Like they want him to touch them, to ruin them. They aren't looking for him to be nice to them, they are looking for him to be a little rough with them and he was more than happy to do just that.
He is still nice, of course. He likes treating a girl nicely, smiling at her, giving her compliments, offering advice when needed. It's just that he also liked getting a little rough every now and then. He enjoyes the new power his now grown up body gives him.
And now that he met you, he enjoyes it maybe a bit more than he should. You met at the beach where he was - as usual - playing volleyball. Hinata caught you glancing at him, admiring the way his tan skin glowed in the sun. You were trying not to stare but still, he could tell.
"Do you want me to show you a move or two?" He aks you after he casually walked over to you.
The sun is bright in your eyes and you have to squint to look up at him from where you are sitting in the sand. When you came to the beach you were really only planning to relax a little and enjoy the warm weather but this - spending time with one of the most handsome men at the beach - sounds a lot better than your original plan. Even if it does involve exercising in the blistering heat.
But to your surprise he leads you down to a more secluded part of the beach. A few trees throw a little bit of shade, a few tall rocks set you apart from the rest of the beach, so high that no one can even see you. The once so loud voices seem dull and far away now.
"It's a bit easier learning new things when you don't have a bunch of people staring at you, isn't it?" Hinata smiles at you so brightly that you don't even think of questioning his motives. I mean, why else would he have brought you here?
The moves he shows you are easy enough and truly is a great teacher. Every little detail is observed by him and he never misses a mistake but still he is kind when explaining them to you. He passes the ball to you and tells you how to properly receive the ball. You're not exceptionally bad at it, but it isn't easy either. The ball never seems to fly the way you want it to.
"Here, let me show you," he jogs over to you and shows you how to place your arms correctly.
He's standing behind you, maybe a little closer than he should but it doesn't matter, right? Otherwise he would be able to move your hands in the right position, you tell yourself. It doesn't matter that you can feel his warm breath on your neck and your cheek, that his touch erects goosebumps on your skin despite the heat. It doesn't matter that when he retracts his hands he lets them brush against your shoulders and then, when he shows you how to properly squat down while receiving, against the sides of your breasts. You must be imagining it. He probably barely even brushed against you and you're just overthinking it. Aren't you?
But you don't have time to truly think about it. All you can focus on right now is not whimpering when he places his hands on your hips and pushes you down, lightly and yet strong enough to make it clear that there is no other way for your body to move but the way that he wants it to. Not that you want to do anything but.
"See," suddenly his voice seems to be a lot rougher, deeper, yet quieter, "if you squat down like that, you'll have a much better angle on the ball when it comes down."
His body is closer now than ever. His chest is pressing up against your back, you could swear you could feel his hips brushing against your ass.
All you can do is nod, biting your lip to suppress another whimper that wanted to escape you. Hopefully he wouldn't be able to see the blood rushing into your cheeks. You can already feel the adrenaline rushing through you, your quickened heartbeat was pumping your blood everywhere, to your face, your sweaty hands.. your crotch, your breasts.. maybe you should have worn another bikini, not the thin one you are wearing right now. Already your nipples are starting to harden with the way he is turning you on and you are sure that they would already be noticeable to him if he is to look down.
"I think-" Is his breath even closer to your neck now? You feel like his lips are only a few millimeters away from you, as if he was leaning down to kiss you. "- I think if you move a little this way.."
You are not prepared for him to move you over to the side the way that he does. With one finger slipping under the thin lining of your bikini panties, pulling them up and away from your skin. The fabric over your crotch is immediately pulled taut, the pressure on your clit impossible to ignore. The moan that slips from you is louder than you want it to be - you don't want it to be heard at all - but since you've been suppressing all your needy, desperate noises, you just can't help yourself.
"Oh.. does that feel good?"
Somehow, you've landed against his chest, with his lips right next to your ear. Your legs must have given out a little and let you stumble backwards against him. You can only nod. Deep inside your brain something is telling you that this is weird and wrong, definitely happening too fast but you don't care. The whole time you've been trying not to stare, not to flirt, not to give into your feeling. But now they've been set free, and the only thing you can think about is the pulsing need between your legs and the delicious, mind-numbing pleasure you get from the little bit of friction he is giving you by still pulling your panties up. So, when he asks you if it feels good, obviously you have to nod. There is nothing else for you left to do.
Lucky for you, his big, warm arm wraps around your waist and keeps you from falling to the ground. You've literally fallen right into his arms.
"You want me to make you feel good? Even better than just now?"
"Uh-huh." You can't even form complete sentences now.
Hinata smiles at how cute and helpless you are, your hands weakly grabbing onto his forearm for purchase. He's got you under his spell now and he knows it. But don't you worry, he really will make you feel good.
After all, he is still nice.
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Event Story
Ebert Vs Ellis
Part 1
*The translation are not guaranteed to be entirely accurate, so expected some errors.
On Valentine's Day, the kitchen at Crown Castle was filled with the scent of sweet chocolate.
Kate: "It's baked!"
I looked at the steaming chocolate cake and looked at the maids.
I decided to make sweets to convey my daily gratitude and love to each person I care about.
It was just yesterday.
Everyone seemed to be having fun talking in sign language while wrapping, and I couldn't help but relax.
(Hehe, everyone looks like they're having fun. It's like this after all.Every event is fun)
Maid Chloe: "The men might start fighting over my sweets!''
Maid Marie: "That's just too much of a dream! I understand, though."
"Kate-san, don't you want to see your chocolate be compete for once? "
Imagine that you have a chocolate and multiple people ask for it.
(I feel lonely when no one wants me)
(In that case, it would be better if they competed for it...maybe you might be happy)
Kate: "Sure, I might be happy."
I communicate this in sign language, which I have just begun to learn.and,
the chocolates made by the maids themselves ,they took it with them and quickly left.
Leaving behind only a “meaningful” smile.
Kate: "Oh, what? Let's make tea while eating the leftover cake..."
Elbert and Ellis: "Kate"
When I turned around, there was Elbert-sama with a wistful expression on his face and Ellis-kun smiling.
Ellis: "I heard a happy voice, so I was curious and came to take a look."
Elbert: "… Me too. Because I heard your voice."
"…The smell of chocolate.Were you making sweets?"
Kate: "Yes. We all worked together. We did a good job, look."
Ellis: "It's true. It's so cute in the shape of a heart. As expected of you, Kate-san."
Kate: "Ellis-kun is always good at complimenting. Thank you."
Elbert: "...I want it."
Kate: "eh?"
Elbert: "... I want your handiwork."
Ellis: "I want some handmade work from you too."
Mr. Elbert is standing on the left and Ellis is standing on the right. When they told me they e wanted it, I couldn't help but feel happy.
(Hehe, both of you are so kind as always)
Kate: "Of course, I have prepared it. I have prepared it for all the Crown members as a token of my daily gratitude."
Elbert: "Kate,this is?"
Ellis: "It's about two sizes bigger than the others. It seems a little special."
Kate: "Ah, that’s a present is for my favorite."
Elbert & Ellis: "...favourite?"
Kate: "The maids told me and I ended up making it..."
The maids told me that, unsexy Valentine's Day is not Valentine's Day.
(Besides, I'm also thinking the same)
Elbert: "...I see. ....Who does this belong to?"
Ellis: "I’m also curious about who Kate will give something special to."
Kate: "Um..."
When I was struggling to answer as I received stares from both of them, my left arm was grabbed tightly.
If you look to the left, you will see long hair with a fringe.His beautiful blue eyes were fixed on me.
Elbert: "...I want this"
Then, I was tapped on the right shoulder.
When I turned my gaze to my right, I saw twilight eyes that seemed to capture the changing time.
Ellis: "I want this too."
Kate: "But there's only one, is this okay?"
Elbert & Ellis: "Yeah"
(L-let me see…)
Kate: "Ah, that’s right! I’m going to make the same thing now. Shall I make another one?"
"There are still some ingredients left, and it looks like it would be fun for the three of us to make together."
Elbert: "...That sounds like fun too."
"I want 'this one', if it's not this, it has no meaning"
Ellis: "Then I'd like 'this one' too. Give it to me, Kate-san."
I can't help but notice that Elbert-sama and Ellis-kun might have had a rift, but...
That doesn't seem to be the case.
Rather than trying to keep each other in check, it seems like the two just want their favorite chocolate cake.
Elbert: "Kate?"
Ellis: "Kate-san"
(What to do...)
Liam: "Wow, I was drawn in by the delicious smell of chocolate..."
"Well, this seems like an interesting thing?"
Kate: "...Liam"
Liam: "Lord El and Ellis both want Kate’s favourite chocolate cake, right?"
"That's sounds fun. I was getting so excited. Can I join in the fight?"
Kate: "Mo,Please don't tease me anymore."
Liam: "Hehe, I'm sorry. I don't want to cause Kate-chan any more trouble, so I'll step down."
"Hey, El-sama, Ellis. Isn't it okay to just share eating this special chocolate cake?"/
"Hey, El-sama, Ellis. How about we just cut this special chocolate cake into half? Is it okay?"
Elbert: "Ah. ...I won't even gave away one of the pieces.I want them all."
Ellis: "I'm the same as El. I think I want them all."
Liam: "Bothering the princess, what a troublesome prince you guys are"
Kate: "Prince?"
Liam: "That's what the play we're rehearsing for is about. Ah,that's right!"
"The two princes fell in love with the princess at a ball party, and they prove their love by devoting themselves to the princess."
Liam takes my fragile hand in a light gesture. And, kiss on the spot.
Liam: "My sin was that I loved you at the same time. In that case, let me prove my love to you by devoting myself to you."
"-like that"
"Isn’t it okay for El-sama and Ellis to prove their love and compete for it? Just like a prince."
Ellis: "Kate's favourite,if i do my best and prove my love to you will i get the special chocolate?"
Liam: "That's right. The one who serves Kate-chan for a day and steals her heart the most wins."
Elbert: "Who decides the winner?"
Liam: "Of course, it will be Kate-chan."
Kate: "Eh, why does it have to be me?"
Liam: "So, don't hold a grudge and fight fair and square."
Elbert: "...I understand. ...I’ll do my best."
Ellis: "Hehe, it’s getting a little fun."
Liam pressed his lips to my ear.
Liam: "While you're at it, enjoy it, Happy Valentine."
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PAINTED IN SUNSHINE.
pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader | genre: high school au, comfort au, strangers to lovers, fluff | w/c: +3.4k words | warnings: mentions of identity issues and self worth, reader has a small emotional breakdown
if there was one way to describe you in a couple of words, it’d be ‘too nice’
you wouldn’t exactly call yourself a pushover
you were only nice to people that you thought deserved it
but when they did deserve it, you showered them in kindness
complimenting your project partner’s outfit with a wave when you pass by them in the hallway, cheering your close classmates up with a care package during exam week
you do one-time tutoring sessions for free in the library during your spare time and you lend an ear for people to vent their problems by your locker between class periods
teachers absolutely adore you and use your work as an example even though it makes you incredibly embarrassed
some students who don’t know you well think you’re an ass kisser
that you seek attention and praise to make yourself feel better than others
but you know it’s not like that, reminding yourself that you don’t need to listen to those who only try to put you down because that shouldn’t stop you from offering help to a person willing to take it
and your friends always tell you to never change because you’re the one pure soul in this cruel, cruel world
they (as well as half the school) nickname you hybe high’s angel
because no one has a reputation quite like yours
and at first, the nickname sort of bothers you
especially when it becomes more common to hear that name over your actual one
but you get used to it
because that’s who you are… hybe high’s angel
the first time you meet yeonjun, it’s valentine’s day
school has already ended and you’re rooming around the mall by yourself to get an impromptu gift for a classmate you saw getting rejected at lunch earlier today
you hoping the gift won’t be taken the wrong way
you’re just trying to give them something to show they’re cared and appreciated for even though it isn’t by their crush
but this kind of mistranslation has happened before (many times)
another reason why you’re called hybe high’s angel is because you’re seen as some other being
you’re mysterious in such a captivating way… like angels
nobody knows what you’re really like
you never talk about your interests or hobbies, you don’t join any clubs, participate in any sports
you also don’t date
which has unfortunately crushed the hearts of many students even if you let them down gently with a hug and smile of grace
even your friend group is in the dark about why you’ve rejected every single confession you’ve received
they actually question you about it like crazy, wanting to hear your love life stories when they gossip about theirs
but you don’t give them the satisfaction of a real answer
you leave the mall with a simple gift box in hand but as you stop to glance at a notification on your phone you feel a playful tap on your shoulder
“hey, beautiful.”
when you turn around, you see a boy around your age with a bouquet of red roses in hand
and you can only stare at him with wide, confused eyes
his expression nearly mirrors yours as he realizes the awkward situation, scratching the back of his neck and clearing his throat as he apologizes
“I’m so sorry! I spotted you from afar and mistook you for my girlfriend…”
you quickly tell him it’s okay and that his girlfriend must be very lucky to have a boyfriend that gets her such beautiful flowers and the comment makes him sheepishly blush in excitement
the both of you converse for a minute or two as his eyes still search for his girlfriend in the crowd but then he takes a proper look at your uniform and snaps his fingers in recognition
“you go to hybe high, right? I have a friend that goes there.”
and you’re like really?? who??
“choi soobin. I don’t know if you know him or not but he’s a second year.”
you nod enthusiastically, “oh, I know soobin! I’m also a second year. I used to be in the same class as him, sweet guy.”
it isn’t long until the boy’s girlfriend finally shows up and you watch as his eyes light up like a thousand stars at the mere sight of her
he quickly wishes you goodbye and goes to walk away but spins on his heel a split second after
his smile glows
“I’m yeonjun by the way. it was nice talking to you!”
slightly taken off guard, you shout your name back and then he’s off
you quietly sigh to yourself as you watch him reveal the roses from behind his back, pulling the girl into a blossoming kiss
it’s puppy love
the way they burst into a fit of giggles and act like they’re the only two people on earth
you want something like that
but you don’t deserve it…
you don’t see yeonjun again until a year later
unlike the sunny day at the mall where you first saw him, this time it’s at a 24 hour convenience store fifteen minutes before midnight
you’re in the freezer section for a quick coffee on the way home after a long day of helping your friends study for an upcoming test when you see yeonjun paying at the register
his appearance is a lot more disheveled than when you last saw him
instead of his pristine uniform and bouquet of roses, his shirt is crinkled and half-untucked, hair ruffled as if he had just rolled out of bed as he searches his pockets for extra change
you slowly move to stand in line behind him, putting the situation together that he’s a couple dollars short of his purchase when he starts contemplating about which items he’ll keep or abandon
you step forward until your shoulder to shoulder with yeonjun and look at the cashier that’s evidently bored out of their mind
“how much more does he need?”
“four dollars and fifty cents.”
you pay the remainder of the cost and wait for yeonjun to move out of the way so you can pay for your coffee
which he does hesitantly, mumbling a shy ‘thank you’ as he exits the store
though when you exit those same automatic sliding doors, it turns out he’s waiting for you
“I’m sorry that you had to pay for my things. is there any way I can repay you?”
you shake your head
“I didn’t have to. I wanted to. you don’t owe my anything.”
“are you sure?”
“yeah, it’s no problem, yeonjun.”
his eyebrows furrow at the mention of his name
“how did you know my name?”
you smile at his perplexed expression and tell him about the time he accidentally thought you were his girlfriend that one valentine’s day
his face twinges a little bit at the word ‘girlfriend’ and you take note of it
“oh, I don’t think I remember...”
it’s clear by his mannerisms that he feels guilty for not recalling the encounter, but you only laugh and assure him it’s fine
“I have a weird talent for remembering faces. I honestly don’t expect you to remember me at all.”
apparently that still doesn’t convince him to let it go
he asks you again if there’s something he can do to return the favor, and giving in, you tell him he can walk you to the bus stop
it’s dark out and you don’t mind company
you learn a lot about yeonjun during that walk to the night bus
you learn that his school is only a fifteen minute drive away from yours
you learn that as third years, you both have the same dream college
you learn that around a few months after you met him that year ago, his girlfriend dumped him… and it was an ugly breakup… at least on his part
you don’t pry for more than what he’s willing to tell, sensing that it’s still too much of a touchy subject, but you can read his emotions easily
you can feel the pain laced in his eyes as much as it is laced in his messy bed hair
“you won’t tell anyone this, right? just a secret between two strangers?”
you joke, “not even soobin?”
it gets him to chuckle and you wonder how beautiful he must be when he laughs
“if you’re asking me seriously, soobin already knows so it’s fine. but besides him, this stays between us.”
you give him a cheeky wink and promise to take it to the grave
it amazes yeonjun how he feels like he can already trust you
he could be on the edge of a cliff and something tells him that you’d be the kind of person to save him
and that’s based off an old interaction he doesn’t even remember and a short walk from the convenience store
yet he wholeheartedly believes it
not long after, you reach the bus stop
and not wanting the night to end so abruptly, he says he’ll sit and wait for the bus to come too
‘I’m not in a rush’ is his reason
“hey,” he grabs your attention, adjusting his position on the bench of the bus stop. “we mostly talked about me. tell me something interesting about you.”
you’re body tenses
it’s been awhile…
it’s been awhile since someone’s been curious about you
you bite the inside of your cheek and shrug, “there’s nothing interesting about me.”
he doesn’t buy that for a second, breaking into a mini tangent on how everyone has something that makes them interesting
you think for moment
“that look,” yeonjun smirks. “you thought of it. come on, say it!”
“people call me hybe high’s angel.”
of all answers, he wasn’t expecting that
usually people gloat about a hidden talent, a crazy life story, a self indulgent hobby
an angel… he could see why people created that image of you
“it suits you,” he replies
you don’t smile or discuss it further
you just nod
the bus arrives before you know it
you stand up to leave, but before you enter, yeonjun’s hand blocks the way
and in that hand is his phone, the layout for adding a new contact right on the screen
it’s a wordless exchange of eye contact that gets you to take the phone from his hand and fill it in with your phone number
you tell yourself this won’t go far, as harsh as it sounds
you’re friendly with everyone and yeonjun isn’t much different from them
so as much as his curiosity about you made your heart flutter, there won’t be another moment like that
you won’t allow it
three months later, you admit that was a lie
yeonjun texts you almost everyday
and though you’re a master of distancing yourself from the spotlight, he somehow always manages to turn the conversation around so he can get to know a little more about you
it almost infuriates him that you’re the most closed off person he’s ever met
though that only makes him more determined
it took him DAYS for you to tell him your favorite color
in all honesty, you don’t have one
but you tell him it’s yellow at some point so he’ll stop asking
he mentions you to soobin, hoping that his friend can fill in some of the blanks that have been weighing on his mind
a lot of those blanks are still left open ended
however, soobin informs him with what he can
that you’re pretty smart and dedicated to helping others
students approach you all the time, whether the problem is academically related or a personal issue or anything really
there’s an unexplainable aura around you as soobin explains it
it’s not that you’re just nice
but you have a special power for build trusting seamlessly, as if the task takes absolutely no effort
and yeonjun thinks to himself that he knows that feeling
it’s why he tries so hard to get closer to you after that night at the bus stop
you see through him so clearly
and he wants to be the one that sees through you too
‘it’s pointless’ is what soobin says about the idea
when it comes to yourself, you’re reserved
he’s heard that not even your friends can budge you
but yeonjun dismisses the warning without caution
because as silly as it may sound, he felt so undeniably free and himself when he was with you
and he misses that
he hasn’t felt that way since… well, since his last breakup
so for those first three months, he finds every given moment to spend time with you
sending you good morning texts, inviting you out to anywhere and everywhere, driving to your school right after his last class ends so he can wait for you by the gates (his friend beomgyu fears for his life since poor driving skills + a little speeding is a bad combination)
sometimes you get in his car and he reveals he has absolutely zero plans for what to do so he lets you choose
it’s all intentional in order for him to get a glimpse of your life — where you go, what you do, what you like
it freaks you out
and it usually results in something extremely vague and anticlimactic because you genuinely don’t do much for yourself
yeonjun scares you
because you’re waiting for when he gets bored, when he realizes he’s wasting his breath going to all these lengths trying to get to know you
but that time never comes
you also get to understand him on a deeper level
that he’s a total romantic and when his girlfriend broke up with him, it really messed with his self esteem
since her main reason was that he wasn’t enough of what she wanted
even though he poured his everything into their relationship
“I mean, sure, you weren’t fit for whatever standard she may have had, but that doesn’t make you any lesser of a person. the yeonjun I know is beautiful and genuine and loving. don’t look down on yourself, because I’m confident that you’d be more than enough to someone who can appreciate that.”
you mean those words with all your heart
and they strike a chord in him
eventually leading to yeonjun gaining the courage to ask you out
…you tell him no
you tell him that he’s a really amazing guy but you just don’t date
he takes it well and says that he just wanted to get it off his chest, that he doesn’t mind staying friends
though yeonjun is anything but subtle
you’re not oblivious to how he’s slightly more affectionate and flirtatious than usual
clingy but only to your level of comfort
it continues on until one day you can’t help but ask
“why do you like me?”
when he answers, his smile is warm and bright
painted on his lips like sunshine peaking through your dark and gloomy sky
you think that yellow may actually be your favorite color
“in my entire life, no one has ever fully accepted me for who I am. I always thought that meant something was wrong with me, but you proved that’s not true. I know that you're strong and put together on the outside, but everyone has their struggles. you don’t have to hold them in, and if you’re ever ready to talk, I'll be here. I like you. I really do.”
you’ve always told yourself that it’s okay
it’s okay if people take you for granted
because your feelings don’t matter
but yeonjun’s so dead set on showing you they do
and for once, you want to let go and fall in love with someone
you want to allow yourself to be loved
“yeonjun?”
“yeah?”
“is it too late for us to go on that date some time?”
he shakes his head, “never.”
dating yeonjun is unfamiliar territory
or more so, dating in general is unfamiliar territory
luckily, yeonjun is very gentle and patient even though it’s obvious that he’s eager to do couple things with you
which you get to in the long run
yeonjun: aww you’re wearing the top I picked out for you
you: yeah, you were right. it’s cute
yeonjun: oh my god, we should totally get matching outfits!
you: baby steps, babe, baby steps...
then later on, you find yourself laying in his arms in his living room
his parents out of the house while you talk about your day
nights like these with yeonjun are your favorite
talking with no interruptions as the hours pass by — no tv, no music, just silence besides his and your voice
you ramble on about how burnt out you are due to your long tutoring sessions at the library when he plants a kiss on your forehead and whispers
“look at you. how can my girlfriend be so selfless?”
you chuckle and mutter something like you’re not the angel of hybe high for nothing
but yeonjun immediately notices a shift in the air
you realize that when you’re with yeonjun, he doesn’t drop the subject until you both talk things out
and it’s a bit uncomfortable because you’re not used to being vulnerable to your true feelings
AT ALL
but at the same time, you can’t deny that you’re so unbelievably grateful that he does this
it’s difficult for you to get the words out under his intense stare
you don’t even know where to start or how you’re supposed to express your feelings
you move to sit up and your knuckles turn white as you grip the edges of the couch cushion
but then yeonjun holds your hand in his and says that the two of you can save this conversation for later
it’s the most concerned you’ve ever seen him
and despite being on the verge of tears, you shake you head and begin talking through the slight shake in your voice
you’re so selfless because you don’t see much worth in yourself
which leads you to find purpose in being kind to others
you don’t really know where your future lies because you feel so lost with identifying who you really are and what you’re really passionate about
that “dream” college you’re both planning on going to is only your first choice because it’s close to home and you don’t dare to explore what else the world has to offer
you’re not enough, you’re not deserving
and though yeonjun claims that he’s the type who needs advice more than he gives it
he tells in a million different ways that you that you are deserving, you are enough
like you once told him
if it takes telling you everyday in order to convince you, then so be it
he makes sure to drill into your skull that you have all the time in the world to figure things out and that he’ll be there every step of the way
you’re not alone
you have him
he’ll be there to cherish you like you cherish others, love you like you want to be loved
and you break down into sobs
you don’t know exactly what love feels like, but if you were to guess, it’d be this
graduation comes by faster than you expect it
yeonjun makes a big deal out of sitting together and opening your college acceptance letters
hugs the life out of you when you both make it in
and is excited to remain by your side in the future for however long it may be
since your graduation ceremonies are scheduled on different days, you both go to support each other
you receive many heartfelt goodbyes from your friends and classmates and it’s the first time they’ve seen you so emotional
yeonjun is hard to miss in the audience considering he shouts like a madman when you step foot on the stage
bombarding you with kisses after the ceremony is over
then taking you to a celebratory dinner in which you reflect on how this chapter of your life has come to a close
in reality, you’re not much different
you’re still the same girl that greets people at every corner and becomes an automatic shoulder to lean on if requested
because that kind of compassion is a permanent mark within you that can never be erased
but whenever you’re feeling down or in a bad headspace, yeonjun’s right beside you like he said he’d be
and you’re eternally grateful for the love he gives for the reason that it taught you to love in return
in the end, you don’t mind being everyone’s angel
at least yeonjun is yours
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♥️HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYBODY!!!♥️
Who's your Valentine today? I can't choose between Ren or Mizuki🥰 but honestly, what does it matter whether you have a significant other or not today? Today's all about spreading love and receiving love, and isn't it such a wonderful thing that there are just so many kinds of love to experience and ways to express it? Grab your significant other, or your friend, or your relative, or your child, or your pet and give them a big hug. Let them know how much they mean to you and how much better your life is with them in it, especially if you don't say it often. Remember, tomorrow isn't always guaranteed and it's important to cherish even the most trivial moments with those we love.
Wave to a neighbor or pay someone a compliment, that just might make their day.
That includes you, too. Whether you've got somebody to do it for you or not, treat yourself to something nice today, even if it is just chocolate or a day of relaxation. It's important to be kind to yourself too, no matter what anybody says.
In a world full of so much hate and suffering, I think it's important to spread love wherever we can because it's something we all need.
If you feel powerless to making any kind of change in the world, I want you to know it was platforms like this that gave me strength during some really tough times and inspired me through things most people deem meaningless. Entire blogs that have been deleted and forgotten but hold a special place in my heart, a nobody probably living all the way across the world from said person, because their content gave me something to look forward to, get excited for, and smile about during a time when I really needed it. It made me realize that even messages like this that may only be seen by one person out of a million can make a difference. That just because a post has 0 notes, doesn't mean it didn't change the life of someone out there (I didn't have an account for a very long time). I think that's powerful. Don't use it to spread hate. Use it to leave this world better than you found it.
Anyway, I hope you all are having a lovely day and anyone who follows, likes, or pays the musings of this rat any attention has all of my gratitude and affection. And to all of those blogs that made such a positive difference in my life, Thank you. I love you all more than cheese.
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D, F and U for riya and maeve!
muah muah i give you kees // valentine's day alphabet
D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?
RIYA — the obvious and true answer is that she’ll be over the moon for any expensive outing because she’s so spoiled, it’s really what she’s come to expect. more specific answer would be.....mm, she'd love anything that could be called a spectacle. something entertaining and fun. i think she'd adore the theater because of how dramatic and engaging shows can be, especially ones where she's free to loudly react and emote without punishment. had a preferred "who with" for a while but lmao
MAEVE — she's a sap just happy to spend time with a partner, take her anywhere and she'll be happy. but if pressed!! she's a sucker for the classic romantic dinner. warm candlelight, a shared meal, intimate conversation, cutesy affectionate gestures like holding hands or maeve draping her legs over their lap if they're sitting beside each other, etc etc. it also has plenty of room for naughty jokes about dessert :) in verses where it's possible, she also loves loves loves to have music playing in the background to further set the mood (bonus points if her partner was the one to arrange it).
F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?
RIYA — thinks she's better at it than she really is tbh. she's quite brazen, complimenting what she admires in the person and letting them know exactly what she'd like for them to get up to. getting drinks, maybe dinner, privacy in a room somewhere winkwink, whatever man she's not that familiar with the concept of shame. often accompanied by provocative gazes and frisky smiles. exact opposite of subtle, she knows what she wants and isn't shy in her attempts to get it. doesn't really get if somebody isn't that responsive to her flirtations, will just assume they aren't interested and move on without trying to work out what they'd rather hear instead if they do happen to be into her.
MAEVE — she can charm the pants off of near anybody, it's an impressive skill she's had for as long as she can remember (because her dreadful parents all but forced her into learning it v early in her life). her approach changes if she knows the person well because she's spent time learning which flirtations affect them the most, but she does have a general approach that works wonders—batting of the eyelashes over her pretty brown eyes, a coquettish smile to gain their undivided attention, a tailored compliment that she believes will please them after time spent observing, and some kind of touch to fully reel 'em in (usually a touch to the hand/arm or brush of the cheek). she's cheating if you think about it because she already has a significant head-start given how damn beautiful she is, it's hard to not melt under her attention. will often have a playful edge to her flirting, she loves to tease and make people blush.
U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?
RIYA — yes :)
MAEVE — yeah :// for the romantic relationships category, carden is the obvious case. she was a gentle young lady who just wanted the tale-worthy romance he had offered her at the start, and her heart broke further and further each day after his true character slowly came to light. she thought he was a noble man there to sweep her off her feet! gifting her with a life of luxury and adoration!! turns out he was a manipulative, abusive trash man who wanted her because she would look pretty on his arm and improve the perception of his growing estate. so, that sucked. outside of that, she hasn't had any other major heartbreaks from love stuff that i can think of?? i mean, aside from a few little aches because of some mean shit that dietrich's said while he's in a Mood but she gets over those fairly quickly.
#ch: valeriya de clairmont#ch: maeve sommers#the kiss was to distract you from the lack of expanding on riya's answer for U#because 1) i think it's funny personally 2) it'll probably come up in campaign so why not save the sad to be shared#anyway i wanna make a dinner for maeve and listen to her talk for hours while it grows cold is that too much to ask
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Genshin Characters - General Relationship Headcanons - Part 1 / Part 2
Includes: Jean, Amber, Barbara, Beidou, Eula, Fischl, Ganyu, and Hu Tao, fluff and no spoilers
Jean🌷
･ She acts very worried over you, you cut yourself on accident? She acts like you broke all your bones
･ Likes bathing with you, she finds it to be very relaxing especially if she has been overworking. A warm bath is a quick way to get her to relax for a bit
･ She spoils you, I think she has a lot of money so if you want some expensive jewelry she will try her best to get it for you
･ She loves reading with you, she likes mystery books but she doesn’t mind reading romantic books with you
Amber🐰
･ Loooooooves giving you affection in front of others, she doesn’t get jealous easily she just adores you so much <3
･ Not afraid to show how gay she is for you, even before you guys make it official she would go around calling you her girlfriend/partner
･ She likes giving you little trinkets she finds on adventures as gifts, these trinkets range from cool looking rocks to expensive/rare gems and jewelry
･ She likes cuddling with you after a stressful day, she likes nuzzling her head into your hair and falling asleep there
Barbara🎤
･ She likes making love songs about you, she will perform them to others to show them that she loves you
･ Not very affectionate in public but she is more comfortable in private
･ She will adopt a cat with you, if you’re up for it you guys will prank Venti by putting cat hair where he goes
･ She likes dancing with you, if you don’t know how to dance she will teach you no matter how many times u step on her feet
Beidou🍷
･ Takes you on dates on her boat, she will late out a fancy dinner for just the two of you. She makes sure that everything goes perfectly
･ Asks Kazuha to write poems for her to give to you on Valentine’s Day
･ Affectionate in public, doesn’t matter who it is she will smother you in affection
･ When she goes out on adventures she brings you little gifts like jewelry and expensive wines
Eula❄️
･ Not a fan of public affection, she isn’t very affectionate over all but when you guys are in private she is more comfortable with you kissing her and cuddling with you
･ Eula loves picnic dates, she brings you pretty flowers and some homemade pastries for the dates
･ She is pretty rich so she likes getting you fancy clothes for dates or just some nice jewelry
･ Eula loves slow dancing with you, you put on some classical music and she is already dancing with you
Fischl🕷
･ Likes bragging about you to her friends, if anyone ever makes fun of you she won’t hesitate to come to your defense
･ You both go on double dates with Razor and Bennett
･ She likes when you do her hair, Fischl’s hair is very soft and easy to handle so if you want to play with it she won’t complain
･ Fischl loves complimenting you, wether you are feeling down or not she will always be there saying kind words about you
Ganyu🐚
･ Shy, very shy about public affection. The moment you hug or kiss her cheek she goes completely red and hides her face
･ Ganyu spaces out a lot and sometimes she spaces out whilst just staring at you, once she realizes how long she has been staring she will be embarrassed
･ She loves baking with you, she thinks it a cute date idea and just adores spending time with you doing simple things
･ Likes kissing your hands, it’s not too intimate but it’s still romantic just in a classy way which is perfect for her shy nature
Hu Tao👻
･ Plays pranks on you, if she finds out your afraid of spiders/insects be prepared for a shit-ton of teasing
･ If you are feeling down she tries her best to cheer you up by making jokes or giving you things she knows you like
･ Sometimes she buys you these cool funeral-like dresses, her whole style is based around death and funerals so what better way to bond than to match styles
･ She doesn’t get flustered very often but if you press small kisses to her neck her face will become redder than a rose
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spoiled.
Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader
a joyful future fic
a/n: happy valentine’s day!
words: 2.1k
warnings: language, over-the-top valentine’s day shenanigans
summary: “the best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.” - nicholas sparks. au!february 2012
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Aaron leaves rather early in the morning, leaving you in bed complaining with only a kiss for your trouble.
When you eventually get up, on track to be about fifteen minutes late to the federal building, you find a pair of post-its on the fridge.
Always the romantic.
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The evening rolls around and finds you on the couch with Jess and Jack.
“You gonna start getting ready?” Jess asks. “You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”
You look over at her. “Wait. He told you what we’re doing?”
She nods. “Yeah. You have no idea. He hasn’t done a big Valentine’s Day thing since he surprised Haley in her senior year of college. He’s been looking for an excuse.”
That’s terrifying.
“Guess I better get ready then.”
Jack’s got a funny little smile on his face, but you ignore it. You’re sure the Hotchner boys are in cahoots, but it’s not really worth it to try and wiggle anything out of him.
You head to the master bedroom to get dressed, throwing off your slouchy day-off clothes in favor of something that can take you to a fancy dinner and whatever else Aaron has planned for your evening.
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You walk out of the apartment, hearing Jess lock the door behind you. When you reach the front of the apartment complex, Aaron closes the car door as he hops out, meeting you halfway to the sidewalk.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
He’s wearing a black button-up, black slacks, and his favorite pair of black oxfords. It’s a sharp look and one he knows you love.
“You’re looking quite dapper yourself, sir.”
The boyish grin on his face melts your heart and you take the arm he offers. Like a real gentleman, he opens the door for you and makes sure you’re inside before closing you in.
+++
The drive is quiet. You ask about the office once or twice, but it’s clear there’s nothing significant to report.
“So...what are we doing tonight?”
He glances at you out of the corner of his eye. “Dinner. And a few other things.”
+++
When he says ‘dinner,’ he’s not joking. The restaurant is a high-end, no-prices-on-the-menu type of place. The lighting is low, the environment cozy and quiet.
He must have planned this months ago. Reservations are like gold on Valentine’s Day.
Aaron’s squinting at the menu across from you. It makes you laugh.
“Need a flashlight and your reading glasses?”
“Shut up.” It comes with his own laugh, but he’s still squinting.
You finally decide on something and order, trusting Aaron’s taste in wine. When the waiter leaves, Aaron reaches across the table for your hand.
“Okay,” he says. You recognize his tone - it’s professional, like he’s starting a press conference. “No work, no kids, no serial killers.”
You smile, waiting for him to give you a little more context.
“How are you?”
What a question.
How often does the answer to that question not include work, kids, or serial killers?
Not very.
“I’m good.” You mean it. “I’m really good.”
There’s a small smile on his face. “Why?”
Are you profiling me now, Hotch?
Deciding to give him shit, you ask, “Why am I good, or is that a more general existential question?”
He rolls his eyes and you relent.
“Alright. Well…” You take a breath. “There are a lot of things to be happy about. You, for one thing.”
“Me?” He asks. He looks genuinely surprised.
Fool.
“Yes, you.” You squeeze his hand. “You are my best friend and somehow - somehow - I’ve landed you as my partner. I am living out everything I dreamed of at twenty-five.”
That pulls another smile from him. “Really?” Again, he looks genuinely surprised.
Can’t believe I’ve never told this to him.
Ridiculous
“Oh yeah. I can’t believe you never noticed. I had a huge crush on you - instantly. Derek gave me nothing but hell once he figured it out.” You pause. “Do you remember that time on the plane, really early on, when I woke up and everyone thought I had a nightmare?”
Looking a little confused by your change in direction, and you don’t blame him.
“I think so? I remember we all felt so bad.” He shrugs. “We all get them, of course - still do - but we were worried about you.”
“Right. So -”
Aaron’s head tilts to the left as he interrupts you. “Did you say ‘everyone thought’ it was a nightmare?”
Your face gets hot and you suddenly regret bringing this up at all. “Yeah. I’m getting to that.”
With an embarrassed huff, you continue. “So, it wasn’t a nightmare.”
“No?” The question comes accompanied by a frown.
“No. It was a sex dream. About you.”
You can tell he’s doing his best to hide his smile for your benefit, but there’s a threatening dimple that gives him away and you’ve simply known him too long for him to get away with anything.
“Really?” His tone is neutral, polite, but you can hear the humor behind the apparently bland interest.
“Yep.”
“What - if I may ask - was it about? Specifically?”
You take a breath and adopt the same kind of ironic professionalism as Aaron. “Well, now it doesn’t seem so notable, because i’m more than familiar with your, um, technique.”
And it’s true. Though you hardly remember the details of the dream anymore - it's been years - you know that real life doesn’t even come close.
Aaron pulls his hand from yours and steeples his fingers under his chin. He’s the picture of interest, so you continue.
“The key points are as follows -”
He holds up a finger, and you stop. “On second thought,” he says. “I think this recollection would be better served by a demonstration.”
You nod. “You’re probably right.”
“I’ll pencil it in.”
You grin at each other for a moment, the back-and-forth of it so deeply on brand you can’t help but steep in it for a second.
“So,” he says, “as you were saying before…?”
“Right.”
Back to business.
“I had a huge crush on you and could swear you were the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”
Never one to forgo an opportunity to compliment him when he’s not actively swatting at you, you continue.
“In the lecture you gave with Gideon and Derek, I knew you were in charge before you said anything. Even though Gideon had the years and experience on you, it was clear that everything came through you.” You attempt to explain the inarticulable. “There’s a kind of steadiness - one you still have - that radiates off of you.”
The two of you sit in that for a moment.
You continue. “And then, of course, when we met again I had to really focus on not making an ass of myself in front of Strauss.”
He laughs. His laughter makes you laugh, of course. It’s so much higher than his speaking register, so delightful in its unexpectedness.
“Okay, okay.” You stop, covering your face with your hands. “Okay this is cheesy. Promise not to laugh.”
His eyebrows rise and he forces his mouth into something that only threatens a dimple once more.
“When you shook my hand in Radner’s office, there was this crazy jolt of energy or something that just flew up my arm. It was wild. I’ve never been able to forget it, almost like a flashbulb memory.”
As promised, he doesn’t laugh. There is, however, a kind of wonder in his eyes when he replies, “You felt that, too?”
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After dinner (and dessert), Aaron takes your hand and ushers you into the car when you leave the lod. He doesn’t turn the way you expect.
“Where are we going?”
The dashboard casts a glow on his face. You can still spot a dimple in the dark. “You’ll see.”
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Your disbelief only grows when you go deeper into the city and pull up to the Hay-Adams. The valet opens the door for you, while Aaron hands over the keys to his SUV. Once all the details are covered, you take his arm again and let him guide you into the lobby.
It’s expansive. The Hay-Adams is, of course, one of the most historic buildings in the district and considered one of the best hotels on the East Coast by people who know of these things.
Aaron confirms the reservation and gets the room cards before promptly finding the elevator and swiping in for the seventh floor. You look down, remembering your attire at the last minute.
“Aaron, I don’t have my go bag.”
He shakes his head, still looking forward. “Don’t need it.”
You scoff.
He doubles down. “Do you trust me?”
Stupid question.
“Of course.”
“Go with it. I’m trying to spoil you.” He turns and presses his lips to yours, taking your face in his hand. Against your mouth, he says, “Let me.”
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The room is gorgeous - a one bedroom suite with a living room, balcony, and kitchenette, a huge couch dominates the center of the open living area, opposite an impressive television. Through the open door, you catch a glimpse of a king-sized bed.
This must have cost a small fortune.
As if reading your mind, Aaron takes your hand and tugs you forward. You land against his chest and he smiles at you. “Don’t think too hard. Come with me.”
You follow him out to the balcony and the view takes your breath away. The White House, well-lit in the D.C. nighttime, sits right across the street. From here, you can see Lafayette Square - beyond it, almost the whole city.
When you come back to yourself, you realize there’s an outdoor loveseat and a small table, holding champagne (on ice) and chocolate-covered fruit.
Champagne, chocolate, fancy dinner… The whole nine.
Spoiled indeed.
Aaron sits, pulling you down beside him. He pours two glasses of champagne - mostly for show, and moves the bucket to the ground. The fruit goes off to the side table and his feet go up on the small table, crossing at the ankles. You curl up against him, tucking under his arm.
“Do you like it? Too much?”
You can hear the genuine insecurity behind his cheeky question. You press a kiss to the back of his hand. “I love it. It is too much, but it’s very thoughtful. You twist to kiss the underside of his jaw. “Thank you.”
With that, the two of you settle in, quietly enjoying the company and the quiet. It’s cold, but with the outdoor heater, it’s comfortable enough that you don’t need your coat.
“Okay.”
Aaron sits up. “Yes?”
“You asked, so it’s only fair. No work, no kids, no serial killers. How are you?”
He pulls you over so you’re sitting across his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, your hand smoothing over the soft fabric of his button-up before placing it over his heart.
“I’m good,” he says. “I’m really good.”
“Why?” You feel a little like a parrot, but you’re sure that’s what he’s going for.
“I can’t...quite articulate how lucky I feel.”
That’s relatable.
“I’m happy to be here with you.” He shakes his head - a pensive gesture. “I never thought I could make it here again.”
“Where?” You ask.
“In love, happy, facing a future that doesn’t scare me. My son is happy, safe...I wasn’t sure I'd ever have any of that again after losing Haley.”
He pauses and you can feel a little sardonic smile. You don’t have to see it to know it’s there. His next admission, though, surprises you.
“I accepted that I would be a bystander in your life a long time ago. I accepted that I would likely remain a widower, a single father. I knew you’d be around and that I would be your friend, but I made peace with the idea that I’d never have you right here.” He squeezes you twice, in time with his words. It makes you smile.
He shakes his head and lets out a little laugh. “I’m not sure it’ll ever sink in.”
You feel much the same, but it's kind of at once alarming and amusing to hear him so beautifully articulate feelings that so closely resemble your own.
You lean back to look at him. “I’m glad you were wrong.”
He places a gentle finger under your chin and kisses you, long and languid. It’s a promise. After a little while, he leans back, brushing the back of his fingers over your cheek.
“Me too.”
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i get so lost inside your eyes || h. styles
warnings: mentions of a break up, swearing, kissing, mentions of alcohol
word count: 1.5k
summary: you and harry are alone on valentine’s day, so decide to spend it together...
“I brought wine!” Harry smiled, showing you the bottle he’d bought on the way to your home.
“My hero,” you joked, opening your front door wider to let Harry in.
“And I got you flowers,” he shrugged, his cheeks coated in a light tinge of red.
You smiled, “Why did you do that?”
“Just felt like it. You deserve them anyway,” he sighed, passing them to you.
“Well, thank you, Harry,” you grinned.
You took the wine and flowers from him, taking them through to the kitchen. He shrugged his coat off and head through to the living room. It was dark outside, the sun having set two or three hours prior to Harry’s arrival.
You’d know Harry for a long time. Nearly seven years. And you’d been good friends for that time, enjoying one another’s company perhaps too much. He’d been there for you when it felt like nobody else was. Harry had seen some of your ugliest moments and his adoration for you had never faltered.
Due to you both being single, you’d made the mutual decision to spend Valentine’s Day together. Spending the evening together, binging cheesy romcoms and crying over fictional characters’ love lives, sounded like the perfect way to spend Valentine’s Day to you. And evidently to Harry too, for he was, sat on your couch, flicking through Netflix.
You placed the two wine glasses down on your coffee table, pouring the bottle out between them. You sat in silence as the title sequence of Harry’s selected movie rolled, taking occasional sips of the wine. “How’s Valentine’s Day being single then?” he asked suddenly. “You know, since you and Peter broke up.”
“Thanks for reminding me of that,” you joked. “Just what I wanted to hear today.”
His eyes widening, realising how rude his question was, “Oh, Y/N, I’m-“
You chuckled, “Harry, it’s fine. I was kidding.”
“Oh, right,” he laughed. “Obviously. Are you looking for anyone right now?”
Your throat suddenly became very dry. You were in the midst of trying to suppress your feelings for Harry before looking for anything serious with somebody else. After you and Peter had broken up, you had assigned yourself a ‘no guys’ rule, in which you’d stay away from dating altogether for at least six months.
But then you began to see Harry under a different lens. You’d always found him attractive and you were never to deny the fact that Harry was good-looking, even before you first met him. But you’d never seen him under a romantic light. And then you began to, and it made hanging out with him feel completely different. You were hyper-aware of everything he did and you picked up on the small things he did. It became exhausting.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced a shrug, “Not really. No point forcing something with somebody when I’m not in any rush to be in a relationship.”
“Oh… fair enough,” he nodded, his eyebrows knitted together slightly. “Yeah, why force it?”
He prayed you hadn’t picked up on his slight shift in mood. The awkwardness and the slightly disheartened tone. But you had. You weren’t going to mention it though; it would be mean to put him on the spot like that. So, instead, the two of you stayed silent as you watched the movie.
About an hour and a half later, the credits rolled. You yawned, stretching your legs slightly, they were dead from the position you’d had them in for the duration of the movie. “I’ve got ice cream, come and tell me about yourself,” you said, getting up to fetch the tub of vanilla ice cream from the freezer.
He followed, beginning to talk about how the band were and how writing was going. You nodded along, genuinely interested in how his music career was going, as you fished out some spoons. The pair of you sat down at the kitchen island, sharing the tub of ice cream as he told you about the many love songs he was writing. He’d tell you about a date he went on, which inspired this song, and a crush he had, which inspired that song. And, though hard for you to listen to, you still nodded along eagerly, wishing he wouldn’t notice the frown that was playing on your lips. “How’s Gemma?” you asked, hoping you didn’t seem desperate to change the topic of conversation.
He shrugged, “She’s good. She was actually asking how you were today, I was on the phone with her.”
“Oh,” you smiled. You adored Gemma. “That’s kind of her. Tell her that her podcast has been keeping me sane.”
“She’ll be glad to hear that,” he chuckled. “Have you still got that piano?”
It was a random question and it took you by surprise slightly. It was so off-topic. You nodded. He smiled, “Can I teach you one of my songs?”
You grinned, “If you’d like.”
Playing the piano was something your parents had forced you to do when you were a child. And, it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, you certainly did now that you were an adult, but it was never something you were necessarily passionate about. Not like Harry was about music anyway. It was more of a hobby for whenever you could make time to play now.
You followed him through to the dining room, deciding the empty tub of ice cream could wait until later to clear away. He sat himself down on the stool, patting the space beside him. “Come on, Y/N,” he laughed at your hesitancy.
Sitting down beside him, you felt your cheeks suddenly heat up. Your thigh was pressed against his, your arms grazing slightly. And you realised, as he was playing one of his songs, his eyes flicking between the keys and you, how intimate this really was. You felt like you were in school again, getting incredibly too nervous whenever you were partnered up with whoever you were crushing in at the time. “See, it’s just like this,” he said, playing it slower.
You nodded, “Kudos to Charlotte for remembering all of this.”
“I remember it too!” he said, acting as if the compliment you’d just offered Charlotte was the most offensive thing anybody had ever said to him.
You stifled a laugh, “Yeah, but you don’t play it in front of thousands of people. God, you’re such a drama queen.”
He shrugged, “What can I say? That’s showbiz, baby.”
You felt ready to pass out. He’d just called you ‘baby’, and though you knew it was part of the saying, it still felt weird to have him direct the name at you. You laughed anyway, trying to act as normal as possible. “If you say so,” you smiled.
“Right, now you try,” he said, taking your hand and placing it on the keys.
“Harry, it’ll sound terrible,” you sighed.
“Just give it a go,” he smiled supportively at you, staring into your eyes. “You’re great at everything anyway.”
You scoffed, “Well, that’s just a blatant lie. Play it again. I’ve only seen you do it once.”
He nodded, repeating what he’d played before. You took note of the notes, lodging them into your brain somewhere. Besides, it was only the intro of the song. And so, you gave it a shot and it sounded somewhat decent. That was until you noticed Harry staring at you out of the corner of your eye. This completely ruined your concentration and you managed to absolutely butcher the beforehand beautiful tune. “Shit, sorry,” you said quickly.
“Don’t apologise, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” he said softly. “It was great for a first attempt.”
You turned to look at him, only then noticing how dangerously close your faces were. It was a tight squeeze on the piano stool as it was, but now it was forcing your faces inches apart. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
You expected him to suddenly recoil, realising what he’d just said and apologise. But he didn’t. He sat silently as if waiting for you to say something back. “Can I kiss you?” he asked before you had the chance to return the compliment or thank him for it.
You nodded, “Please.”
And he did. And it was wonderful. Better than anything you’d dreamt up inside your head. His hand on your cheek, the other on your thigh, you felt safe with Harry. This kiss with Harry felt more natural than anything else you’d shared with previous partners. As he pulled away, he grinned, eyes fluttering up and down your face. “Sorry,” he said quietly as if he was second-guessing the perfect moment of intimacy you’d just shared.
“Don’t apologise, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” you repeated his earlier words, earning yourself a grin from Harry and another peck on the lips.
He smirked slightly, “Do you want to maybe end Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend?”
“Is that an offer, Harry?” you grinned.
“Perhaps it is, yes.”
“Then I might just take you up on it.”
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Can i have a scenario of Fluff 36 with Ace towards his crush
36. “Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?” with Ace
this is kinda messy? and im aware that white day has already passed ;; but I had fun writing ace lol. hope you like it anon!
Ace finds it so frustrating.
"Thank you, Ace. These are beautiful," you smile, looking down at the bunch of flowers that Ace carefully picked. He asked everywhere for suggestions, seeing as he's never been good at romance. Riddle suggested something traditional like roses while Cater suggested something flashy. Jamil actually had some good idead but they just didn't catch his interest.
I'm only gifting them these flowers because they gave me handmade chocolate on Valentine's day, he tries to convince himself but to no avail. He knows better than anyone that he's going to give you something on White Day no matter what, one to show your gratitude, and two to see what your reaction would be.
To be frank Ace has been in love with you for quite a while now. It started as mindless, stolen glances and the tingling desire to catch your attention, and before he knows it the feeling has grown to become affection. It was hard for him to come to terms with these feelings in the beginning as he's notorious for having embarrassing dating history, but after time proves that it's not just a fleeting obsession he decides to just accept it.
If he's asked what it's about you that he likes, he can go on for days, though he won't act like a lovesick fool in front of anybody. Perhaps it's your easygoingneess, your incessant desire to help others, or your constant understanding. Ace can't pinpoint for sure what it is that made him fall for you. He just realizes how important you are to him one day as if struck by lightning.
Keeping these secrets to himself isn't anywhere near fun though. Ace desperately wants you to reciprocate his feelings and to be able to claim you as his lover, but he's nowhere near good with words. So without many choices he goes with flowers, although they're so cliche and overused. He hoped that you would pick up the hint (receiving flowers on White Day can't be anything simple, right?) and at least recognize him, but he seems to have forgotten how slow you can be.
"But you didn't have to go out of your ways to get me these, you know? I'm sure they're expensive," you say mindlessly. Somehow you completely miss the point and have considered it as platonic gratitude. Irritation boils in Ace's chest. It doesn't help that you look so graceful complimented by the flowers.
It's always been like this, with him dropping hints and you completely ignoring them. He's starting to think that you're doing it on purpose. Perhapd you know fully how he feels towards you and want to let him down, but Ace isn't going to settle with kind of explanation. He's going to hear it directly from you whether you like him or not, even if it means stepping out of his comfort zone.
"…Of course I had to," Ace crosses his arms. "Don't you know that it's White Day?"
"I know that it's a day when you show gratitude. Still, this is way too expensive,"
"The price isn't the main character here, I don't even mind spending that much on you. It's the message behind," Ace frowns, leaning toward you with sharp eyes as he waits for you to gasp in realization. The gasp never comes though. Instead you cock your head to the side and asks the most infuriating question he has ever heard.
"Why?"
"Why-" Ace sighs loudly. Sometimes it really confuses him why he's in love with you, but it's not like he had a say in this. It's hard to admit, but sometimes even your slowness makes his heart jump all over the place. "Can't you see the reason? Did you really not notice all the things I've been doing, all the times I was trying to tell you?"
His words only make you more puzzled. His shoulders slump in defeat. At this point he doesn't even care for embarrassment. He's just going to lay his feelings out here and let you decide its fate.
"Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”
For the longest time you are quiet, and Ace looke down on the ground in nervousness.
"You...fell for me?" slowly comes your voice, asking for confirmation.
"God, yes. I've been trying to show you for the past few weeks,"
"But why me?"
"What kind of ridiculous question is that?" Ace scratches his head, his face now impossibly red. "I don't have a specific reason. I just like you a lot, end of story. I didn't just buy the flowers to show gratitude. I was trying to tell you my feelings, but you just decided to make all my efforts go to waste,"
"Sorry about that," you laugh cheekily. Upon hearing your chuckle Ace looks up and finds a grin fighting for dominance on your lips. "I just...never really expected it,"
You don't look disgusted or anything hearing that. In fact you seem to be quite flustered. Feeling bold Ace moves into your space once again, this time more confident and sure. "Then will you go on a date with me?"
Smiling behind the charming flowers, you nod enthusiastically, and that's all it takes for butterflies to flutter in his stomach.
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(I was about to ask you if you can do Nagito with an S/O who’s like Leviathan from obey me but since you don’t know the game, I will just describe his personality for you.)
So basically S/O is an otaku who usually spends most of their time on the internet and doesn’t usually talk to people unless if they really have to. They usually rant about whatever anime or game they’re interested in to their closest friends and they tend to use internet slang even if they’re speaking to someone (ex: “Someone go grab the popcorn lolol”) Despite them revolving their reputation around being an otaku, they don’t think very highly of themselves and is very insecure. Since Leviathan represents Envy in the game, S/O is also easily jealous and often talks about how “unfair” or “lucky” others are. They also like to invite their closest friends to events in video games. They are also a mix of shy and energetic since they have a lack of social skills but they also gets angry when they get jealous or ecstatic when they see something rlly cool happening.
I feel like that sums it all up, I hope the request isn’t too hard.
Thank you for describing the personality in such good detail! I can definitely work with this!
Nagito with a S/O like Leviathan.
You were known as the ultimate otaku! You spent most of your time on the internet. Had very pricey anime merch and manga. Your room look liked an anime paradise. You also played video games.
When you got accepted into hopes peak you weren’t the most excited. You were homeschooled mostly, you hated going out in public and being ‘social’. You were pretty awkward in public.
You knew you didn’t have to go to the school. It wasn’t necessary to attend. But your parents practically forced you to go. They threatened to take away your privilege to buy anime merch and manga for 4 months if you didn’t go. You couldn’t live that long without being able to buy the things you like. So you reluctantly went to hopes peak.
You arrived the first day and you felt extreme social anxiety. You sat in a chair and noticed a girl with a game in her hand. You saw she was playing (insert random game.) you actually really like that game.
“You play (game name)?”
“Yes. I do, I like the story and design of this game.”
“I must agree the story and design are pretty great. I personally like to play games with a story like Kingdom of hearts it’s one of my personal favorites, the first one was good and I like the second one. I can’t wait for the third.”
“I really like that game too. It’s such a fun story and the mystery behind it is so much fun. What’s your name? I’m chiaki nanami the ultimate gamer.”
“Oh I’m f/n l/n the ultimate otaku.”
“So you like anime and manga I’m guessing.”
“Yeah I do. I also don’t do to well with social interactions, unless I’m online. I honestly didn’t want to come but my parents would cutoff my ability to buy merch and manga. So I really didn’t have a choice.”
“You don’t seem to be too bad at interactions. I mean your talking to me just fine.”
“Well that’s because we’re talking about something I’m really into. Normally I have nothing to say that isn’t consider to most people as nerdy or geeky. Sorry for uh wasting your time, I going back to my desk.”
You sat back in your desk and pulled out your phone talking to your internet friends. When somebody walked next to you. You noticed but that’s all.
“Hello.”
You looked to see a boy with very white hair and a smile on his face.
“Uh hello…”
“I’m Nagito Komeada the ultimate lucky student! If I may can I know your name and ultimate?”
“Um I’m f/n l/n the ultimate otaku…”
“Oh wow! That’s mean you probably have a lot of anime merch and manga right?”
“Yes I do…Um…not to be rude…but is there something you need?”
“Oh no. I just wanted to know introduce myself even though you will probably forget trash like me.”
“Hehehehe well there’s something we have in common. I doubt you’ll remember a loser like me lol, Ugh it’s so unfair, I can’t believe I’m an ultimate for something so lame. There so many people with such better Ultimates.”
“What! If anybodies ultimate is lame it’s mine!”
“Yeah…totally… being super lucky is so much worse than a loser who just watches ‘cartoons’ and collects figures that super expensive all day.”
Before he can respond you pull out your headphones put them on and started listening to your favorite anime openings. You just wanted to go back home and play video games.
Throughout the day you overhead everyone’s amazing Ultimates, you couldn’t help but think you didn’t belong there. These people had all these amazing skills and what are you an otaku. After a while you walked out of the class and went to a hallway and looked out a window.
“Hey.”
You looked over to see Nagito.
“Oh hey.”
“What aren’t you in class with everyone else?”
“Cause I don’t belong in that class.”
“But your an ultimate!”
“So what. My ultimate is so boring compared to the others. I just want to go home and play video games.”
“What kind of games do you play?”
“Oh I play games with a story and good graphics. But I also like games that don’t have a plot like, Minecraft. It extends my creativity. I’ll also watch a random anime while playing. Normally if I’m playing the anime I put on is death note. It’s one my favorites no cap.”
“No cap?”
“Sorry I tend to use internet slang even in real life conversation.”
For the next hour or two, you mentioned the type of games you play, anime you watch, and some merch/figures you have. Nagito was mentioning a game you played very often, you told him that a event of the game was coming up. You invited him to join you and he agreed.
When joined in one the event, you sounded so much more happy and very enthusiastic. He got to see a new side of you, the both you had a quite a bit of fun. He even learned a bunch of new internet slang. (Even thought he probably not going to use it.)
You guys were now really good friends. You two just got along very well. You two would play video games, watch anime, read manga together.
When you two played games with each other online. Sometimes he glad he can’t see your face. Cause you get jealous and angry when somebody beats you. In public if your jealous which makes you mad. You silent rant on the inside of your head. But online, it’s like a explosion of yells. Nagito tries his best to calm you down when you get like that, he’s learned not to say ‘it’s just a game.’ Cause that just makes it worse.
You kinda developed on a crush overtime. You realized you liked him when he gifted you a manga, that you couldn’t get cause you got in trouble with your parents.
You didn’t know how to tell him. There was no way you could do it in person.
You thought how something cute and something he might like. He really enjoyed the game Minecraft. So on Valentine’s Day you texted him to join you in a game. You spent about maybe a week making the little Valentine’s Day confession.
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“I know it’s not the most romantic thing in the world. I was also to scared to tell you in person…I really like you Nagito.”
“Aww s/o…this is so thoughtful of you. I really love it! It so you! I would be delighted to be your valentine.”
“Really! Wow! I’m just so…!! How about we meet up at our favorite cafe?!”
“Yeah that’s sounds great!”
You two went on Valentine’s date. It was great. You guys went on more dates after that, and soon became each other’s significant other.
A few relationship headcanons
He is the only one allowed to touch any of your expensive manga’s or merchandise.
You get so easily jealous of other people when they flirt with Nagito.
You and Nagito have anime marathons. Like a movie night but anime.
He loves to see your excited face when new merch for you favorite animes or a new/sequel to one your games comes out.
You and Nagito get matching anime outfits
Nagito also helps with your insecurities by showering you with compliments while also degrading himself. For example while you were saying how uninteresting you were. You told he could probably do better. he responded with ‘don’t say that, it’s amazes me that someone as worthless as me. Is given the privilege of calling someone as amazing as you my significant other!’
You also give him compliments and shower him with affection. You also do anime classics like a kabedon.
When you did do a kabedon he almost passed out by how flustered he got.
I really hope I got the character right! So komeada-simp37 if I got it wrong or wasn’t really what you were looking! Sorry! Anyway hope you have a nice day!
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Part 1 Here!
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- “What’s the hurry boss? Where are you heading off to?” One of your co -workers asks as you rush around the store double checking all the locks on the entrances and giving your plants one final spritz
- “Hot date?” The other asks with a suggestive raised eyebrow
- “Yes.” You say simply,
- They both sputter at that
- “What? Seriously?!”
- “With who??” The other shrieks
- And right on cue there’s a light tap on the door
- Cue your employees squealing again
- “Him?!?”
- “The hottie with a dye job?”
- George offers you a smile and a wave and you smile back
- “Ainsley I trust you can lock up?” You ask, pushing the key into their hand
- They only nod
- Henry’s looking at you with his his mouth open as he watches you leave, George and you smiling at each other like a couple of lovestruck fools
- “I told you he had a crush on them” Ainsley says with a grin and Henry has a blush blooming on his cheeks as he pulls a five pound note from his wallet
- “I mean I did too- I just didn’t think he would work up the nerve to actually ask them out.”
- A moment of silence fills the air
- “I bet Ten pounds they find out if that’s their natural hair color tonight” Ainsley says with a grin, and Henry looks at her with a slightly mortified expression
- I mean, the implication of how you would find that out is just-
- “Yeah alright, our boss is a prude there’s no way” he says shaking Ainsley’s hand.
- So when George meant dinner- he meant dinner
- You’re at the tower restaurant in downtown London
- It’s on the fiftieth floor at a skyscraper at the heart of London.
- He reserved a table specifically next to a window with a view of the canal and the London eye
- It’s quite spectacular
- “Have you been here before?” He asks
- You’re glad you dressed a little nicer than you were originally thinking
- “A few times, once for a birthday and once-“
- You’re interrupted by your server bringing a bottle of champagne
- George gets a puzzled expression, he hasn’t even ordered yet
- “Compliments of the Owner, we’re still grateful you were able to fulfill that order last minute when our other florist backed out.”
- “Not a problem Charles, it was my pleasure”
- When he’s gone George flashes you a smile
- “I feel like everyone knows you” he says, lifting up a champagne flute as you toast.
- “That was just one person” you say with a smile and a giggle
- “You should have been at the store last week, my brother wouldn’t shut up about you” he says with a grin
- “Who’s your brother?”
- George describes Ron, but it doesn’t spark anything in you until he mentions the red hair
- “Oh yes, Ronnie! He comes by every month to get flowers for his girlfriend, I didn’t know he was your brother”
- What a small world
- You should have seen the similarity from the start, the hair was a dead give away really
- How come no one else at the shop had noticed either?
- “Well one of them” George shrugs
- “How many brothers do you have”
- George grins
- “That’s enough for a volleyball team!”
- “We have a sister too, the running joke is our parents wanted a girl, just one”
- By the time the appetizers are being brought out George has got the family picture from when they visited Bill in Egypt out (charmed so it doesn’t move of course)
- “You have a twin?”
- You know the second you’ve asked it that you said something wrong
- It’s not that George looks upset, or that his expression has darkened-
- He just looks so sad
- The kind of sadness that’s as deep as the Mariana Trench, hidden behind a kind smile and the gentle warmth of longing
- “I did have a twin-“ George knew this would come up sooner or later, he just didn’t want to ruin the nice mood you had going so soon
- “He passed away a few years ago”
- George is waiting for the look-
- The wide eyes, and the slight pout. That overly sympathetic look he’s gotten so often, it’s only natural. It happens to everyone, he won’t hold it against you.
- And it forms on your face a little, because you can’t imagine what it’s like to lose someone like that. But the next thing that comes out of your mouth is original
- “What was he like?”
- “What?” George is taken aback, he was expecting words of condolence, as is typical for this situation
- “You told me all about Bill, and Charlie, and Percy, and Ron, and Ginny-“
- Now he’s surprised that you’ve remembered all of his siblings names, and correctly at that
- “Now tell me about your twin”
- Your eyes are twinkling when they look to him. All of London stretches out behind you, like something from a painting. Your face is illuminated by the small candle in the middle of your table.
- It feels like something out of a movie, and George is afraid he might cry from the sheer beauty of it
- He never thought he would feel this way again
- “His name was Fred, and he was my best friend”
- He’s talked about Fred before, to his family, to his therapist and old classmates
- But he’s never had an experience quite like this
- “Umbridge? Oh she was the worst, like the bitter old nun who slaps your wrists with a ruler”
- Only worse
- “Anyway Fred and I- we planned this entire thing when we decided to leave school-“
- He tells you about the fireworks in the main hall of their boarding school, and the way they raced through the door and never came back
- “I think I would have liked Fred” you say, a warm look in your eyes
- He would have liked you too, George wants to say
- But that’s a little forward for the first date, he feels like he’s already unloaded enough with his broken family and their loss
- Lucky for him, dessert has just arrived
- “Compliments of the owner, we hope to see you both here again” Charles tells you, setting down two impressive plates of Tiramisu
- “Why do I get the feeling that whatever you did was more than just a last minute order fulfillment?”
- You shrug
- “Well after the whole thing- they started contracting me to do their regular day to day flowers” you shrug, it’s not that big of a deal, fancy places like this use a few different vendors, they probably have a different one for each day
- Which is for the best since your shop can only handle a few days at most.
- It’s not that you can’t produce enough flowers or anything, it’s just you wouldn’t be able to give Ainsley and Henry the leisurely work hours you do now, not while maintaining quality for your existing customers
- And that’s a big no for you
- “I take it business was always this good?”
- With how successful you seem, he honestly can’t imagine you struggling
- You scoff
- “It was tough at first, when I was by myself.” You still remember your family telling you that it wasn’t to late to declare bankruptcy and get a real job. “Things got better when Ainsley showed up- holidays are still tough though.”
- “Ron’s told me all about the hour long line at Valentine’s Day” George says with a grin and you bury your face in your hands with a muffled groan
- “Oh it’s going to be terrible this year.” Valentine’s Day is still a few months away, but you can already feel the dread
- “We started doing appointments only last year- because the amount of people that just show up and ransack the place is just-“
- “Oh I know,” George says. “My store doesn’t even sell anything all that romantic, but the amount of people who show up last minute to buy anything- one time a bloke even bought the decorations I had up.”
- “Have you noticed-“ you voice lowers as you lean forward. “That’s it’s never people looking for things for their significant other, it’s always-“
- “For the mistresses?”
- You nod enthusiastically
- “I thought maybe it was just my store-“ George leans forward as well now, talking very quickly
- “No the same person who ordered flowers two months in advance for their husband, will spend thirty minutes begging for me to put a bouquet together for their special friend”
- George leans back and shakes his head
- “It’s crazy isn’t it? How many people cheat?”
- You sigh, leaning back into your chair shrugging
- “It’s not our place to judge.”
- Especially not when the person in question is shoving fifty quid in your face for a god d*mn cactus and a card
- George knows that, and he knows there have been times that the only reason he was able to keep his shop afloat after Fred left is because of Valentine’s Day
- But still- cheating just irks him
- It’s the most unforgivable thing a person can do, to betray the person they love the most like that
- George knows every relationship is different- and that things aren’t clear cut-
- But he can’t ever imagine doing that to someone
- “I don’t get it though, I can’t even get one lover, let alone two or more” you laugh, and George swears it looks like you’re glowing
- He feels a smile twitch at the corner of his lips, the mischievous streak in him rolling awake after what feels like years of slumber
- “What if I told you I was trying to change that?”
- His arm is on the table, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours slightly
- You feel your face grow hot as his words sink in one by one
- A smile spreading across you face
- “I would say, I’m looking forward to it.”
BONUS:
- “So did you find out if Hottie’s color is natural?” Ainsley asks, a mischievous smile curled onto their lips.
- “Ainsley, his name is George, he owns a hobby store a few lanes over.” You say as you finish tying the bow on an arrangement.
- There’s a second of silence in which Henry and Ainsley exchange a look. Henry’s feeling pretty confident right now, Ainsley might have worked here longer than him, but he feels like he knows you pretty well, and he-
- “And yes it is, so you should both stop calling him Dye Job.” You say with a smile twitching on your lips.
- Henry.exe is broken.
- Ainsley has to hide their joy, internally cheering and wondering how to spend the money.
- “H-how do you know that?” Henry asks, maybe you’re just saying it so he and Ainsley will stop teasing your new love interest.
- You stop, looking up from your arrangement in slight wonder.
- Ah, he was right! It looks like you’re trying to come up with an excuse.
- “Well his brothers all seem to have that hair color, I think they get it from their Dad.”
- Ainsley and Henry.exe have stopped working.
- “YoU mEt HiS fAmIlY??” Ainsley shrieks.
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class 1-A’s love languages headcanons 💕
tw// swearing, crying, she/her reader
Yuuga Aoyama
his love language is words of affirmation
like tell him that he looks fabulous but he is also a talented hero
and. he. will. die.
of happiness ofc 🥰
and whenever you are feelin’ insecure he’ll do a pretend fashion show with you to boost you spirits (o゜▽゜)o☆
Mina Ashido
her love language is physical touch
but not in a *holds your hand 🥺* *kithes🥰* sorta way
but rather in a
“YOU’RE SO FKN CUTE, (Y/N)!!!” *aggressively pinches your cheeks*
and whenever she kisses/hugs you, it’s always a surprise attack form behind
she is also 159cm in height (almost 5″3)
so if you are shorter than her, she’ll sprint up to you and before you have time to react, she’ll engulf you in her arms
if you are around the same height as her, she’ll sneak up to you and try to jump onto your back, peppering you in neck kisses
and if you are taller than her, she’ll grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it
Tsuyu Asui
i think her love language is gift giving
but not typically gifts from the store
it’s usually cute flowers or any sort of pretty flora that she finds on her walks
and she’ll sometimes come to your room just before lights-out and hand you a shiny rock or a colourful flower like “hi, (y/n). i found this flower in the park a nd it reminded me of you. so here, i hope you like it.”
then you cry (❤´艸｀❤) it’s too precious
also when she visits your dorm, she notices that you have a jar filled with all the flowers she’s every gave you and shE BRAIDS THEM INTO YOUR HAIR
and if you don’t have hair, she makes you a flower crown out of them
Tenya Iida
the king of gifts periodt ✋
to him, gift giving is kinda like a sport and if it was, he’d definitely be winning
he’ll be out getting groceries or sumn then he’ll pass the candy aisle and just *flashback to 3 months ago when y’all were studying together and you randomly said you were craving sour patch kids*
then he buys two packs of sour patch kids (❤ ω ❤)
so obviously excels during holidays like christmas, valentines day or your birthday
and if you make it explicitly clear that you need something (ex. water, medication, cutlery, soap etc.) and you will go get it in x amount of day(s)
expect it to be in your hands within 1-9 hours
“Iida, you didn’t have to rush out to get me Ibuprofen - I was going to go get some in a few days anyway.”
“Yes, but as a hero in training, you must agree that seeing your partner potentially suffer to due a preventable cause would be inhumane.”
“I-..”
Ochaco Uraraka
her love language is probably quality time
OR words of affirmation BUT ONLY ONLINE
like irl she loves going on lil’ picnic dates with you or dates to go watch the sunset or star-gazing..or literally anything where she gets to spend as much time in your presence as possible
you could literally take her on a date inside the sewers and she’d be like 🥰
in the moment (during the date) she just looks at you and wants to tell you how beautiful you are but she is way too nervous
but as soon you leave she texts you sumn like ‘OMG >< YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS 😍 AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO BAD BUT I COULDN’T 😩’
also, hypothetically, if she had a phone which supported social media platforms like Instagram and Snapchat
she would definitely be the sort of girl to post cute candid pics of you on any special occasion and i mean ANY
like she doesn’t want to just random post pics of you bc she thinks that’d be weird so she looks for any excuse she can
deadass she’d post a beach pic of you and her on her insta with a caption like, ‘happy pancake day to @y/n.l/n 🥰💖 on our first date we shared a stack of pancakes so this is a really special day for us 💓 i’m so blessed to have a stunning, smart, amazing gal like her by my side always 💕’
Mashirao Ojiro
he’s a physical touch kinda guy
sometimes he’ll randomly drape his tail over your shoulder to pull you close
or he’ll pat your head with either his hand or tail when ever you do anything remotely impressive
“ooh, i’ve apparently taken 17k steps so far today, ojiro.”
then he’d be like “that’s good” *pat pat*
he also gets butterflies whenever you hug his arm or tail while he is talking to someone
AND HE WILL KISS YOUR WOUND BETTER IF YOU GET A PAPER CUT OR SUMN
Denki Kaminari
bb is blushing profusely when you hand him a pikachu plushie , saying it reminded you of him
before that, he was probably a physical touch sorta guy but once he realised how awesome and special that simple action made him feel, he became a gift-giver
however, 99.9% the gift is a plushie and the other 0.1% it’s a doll
(he literally bought a whole fkn barbie bc you owned a dress similar to the one the doll was wearing)
“it looks exactly like you!”
“i don’t think so..”
“it literally does!”
anyway, whether he is at the mall, in the town, in a gift shop or at the carnival, if he sees something that he knows you’d like or that reminds him of you, he’ll stop at nothing to get his hands on it
flashback to that one time at the carnival, there was a stall that had a huge fkn Kuromi plushie up for grabs
so he asked the lady running the stall if he could have it and she said it was all his, if he could get a ball into the basket 3 times in a row
-- my man was sTANDING THERE DESPERATELY TRYING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT 😭
and once he figured he couldn’t do it on his own, he got the bakusquad to help him out
(bakugo was all like ‘i’m not helping you, dumbass’ but kirishima convinces him to give it a shot and as soon as he misses on the third shot, he is livid.)
(”YOUR STUPID PARTY GAME MUST BE BROKEN, LADY!”)
anyway, after an hour of holding up the line, the lady just gave the plush to kaminari for ¥1000
but it was all worth it after he saw how thrilled you were 🥺
he came round to your dorm one day and noticed every plushie he had ever given you, sitting on your bed
you told him that they help you sleep and he just..died..
IT MADE HIM SO FKN HAPPY TO THINK THAT YOU TREASURE HIS GIFTS SO MUCH (≧▽≦*)
Eijirou Kirishima
his love language is words of affirmation imo but with a sprinkle of physical touch
like whenever he sees you looking nice or sumn..he’ll just tell you
he has no shame and why should he? he’s just telling the truth
if you walk into the room looking ✨immaculate✨ he will tell you
he’s just like ‘if nobody else is going to say it then I will.’
when your face lights up after he has just told you that you’re beautiful or that you’re one of the most likeable people he’s ever met; it makes his day every. single. time.
the sprinkle of physical touch is because he tells you what he is thinking all the time
and he thinks you’re stunning even when you are lounging around the dorm complex in casual wear and no makeup
so he’s aware that he might’ve watered down his compliments a bit by saying them too often
(even though he’s telling the truth every time)
so he likes to give you hugs and kisses to express his affection without seeming like he’s buttering you up
Kouji Kouda
honestly, idek which category he falls under bc he does so many different things to show his love
like, he’ll use his quirk to get a butterfly to land on your head so you can take the perfect photo for instagram
he always holds your hand in crowded areas so y’all don’t lose each other
(he would end up crying in the corner of a Hot Topic or sumn if he couldn’t find you tbh)
he writes mini-love notes v. late at night and uses his quirk to get an insect or bird to carry it up to your room
religiously takes you out on dates to the park
or library/study dates (p≧w≦q)
Rikidou Satou
acts of service but mostly to do with baking
if his s/o doesn’t like sweet treats then..it just..can’t work
he’s very good at noticing when you are down and what he bakes depends on the severity of the situation
like, if you’re just a bit bummed because you got a bad mark on a test, he’ll bake cupcakes and leave a few outside your dorm
obvs accompanied by a cute lil note abt how proud you make him and how you’re the most diligent person he’s met so he knows that you’ll succeed if you just persevere
and as soon as you come to him with your improved mark, he’ll bake you a cake with ‘congratulations, (Y/N).’ written on it
Mezou Shouji
acts of service. but like..service service
he treats you like royalty-
he is the kind of bf to give you his jacket if you’re cold
he can and will use his quirk to form more arms just so he can hold your bags along with his own
if you enter is dorm and he doesn’t offer to take your jacket immediately then i’m sorry to inform you but that is not shouji..that is toga in disguise
you’ll never have to open a door if you are walking next to him and don’t you dare even try to
just an overall gentleman tbh
sometimes you try to get him to stop being so kind bc you’re afraid ppl will think you treat him like a butler
so he’ll be like “sure ..
i’ll hold just your gym bag rather than your gym bag and school bag.”
“don’t hold any bags, shouji..”
Kyouka Jirou
her love language is definitely quality time
there is nothing she loves more than vibing with you in her room - whether y’all are studying, cuddling, playing videos games or something else - while chill music plays in the background, either from a playlist or from her playing it herself on one of her instruments
and sometimes when she’s feeling especially comfortable, she might hum a tune or sing some lyrics to match the mood
she asks you for suggestions for music to put on bc she loves introducing herself to new music
but when you’re concentrated, she doesn’t want to disturb you so she just puts on a playlist she made prior
she doesn’t create a new playlist each time you hang out but there is at least 10 new songs added to it every day
the playlist is called ‘lazy days w/ (y/n) 💕’
anyway, she just loves hanging out with you bc you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy tf out of her
also - she’d never say it aloud but - she thinks you’ve got a very comforting presence and you make her feel so exhilarated whenever you laugh (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
Hanta Sero
Sero loves spending as much time with you as possible - hence, he’s a quality time sorta person
but i also think he’s barely a quality time guy bc he expresses his affection in so many different ways
he’s like a mix of 4
( not gift-giving, whenever it comes time to get you gift for whatever occasion, he’s always stumped and ends up asking someone for help)
he preforms acts of service in a sense that if you are both cuddling on the couch and you are cold - even if he seriously can’t be assed to move - he’ll force himself to get up and bring you a blanket
he is really good at compliments bc he barely has a filter so if he sees you looking good, he’ll straight up tell you
plus, he loves seeing your reaction - especially when you get all flustered
and physical touch bc..cuddles :)
to him, there is just something reassuring about having you in his arms
Fumikage Tokoyami
a quality time man mwah
he doesn’t play music on speakers when y’all hang out though, he just likes to sit with you and either mindlessly chatter or chill in comfortable silence
he also doesn’t put in earbuds bc he thinks it’s rude
(you assure him that you don’t mind if he puts his earbuds in but he is always like..no..)
he just loves your company bc he seriously can’t think of somebody he’d rather spend his time with
also he is convinced that he does things 10 times better with you around
when he’s not with you though, he misses you- like- seriously
sometimes he’s just out with his friends or watching a movie with his family and he is just like ‘this’d be more fun if (Y/N) was here-’
and you said that you missed him too when y’all weren’t together
so he did the reasonable thing and made you a playlist for you to listen to whenever you missed him ( •̀ ω •́ )
he sent you the link and your heart stopped bc it was literally called ‘i love you 🖤’ AND THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER TOLD YOU THAT AAAAA
‘you’re so sweet, tokoyami 🥺 i love you tooooo’
and good thing that was over text bc otherwise you would’ve seen him blushing profusely (= ╯▽╰ = )
as for the contents of the playlist; it’s probably quite diverse
some alt pop, some indie, a bit of R&B, pop rock and a lot of Metal/Rock
Shouto Todoroki
his love language is acts of service
most of them are school related though
he can easily tell if you’re struggling with the coursework and asks you if you want go on a lil study date at the library or in his dorm
he also helps you with homework or explains the material to you if you don’t understand it
and he’s the best teacher since he’s extremely patient and well-spoken
if you’re feeling under the weather, he’ll head to your dorm to fetch your notebook so he can write the class notes for you
and he’ll put in the effort to make them as similar to your other notes as he can
so he flicks through the pages and (for example) if you have a highlighting code, he’ll look for the legend and highlight the notes he took accordingly
once school is over for the day, he goes to your dorm to drop off the notebook, putting it back in the respective part of your bag
and the next day when you open your notebook to check the notes, you notice that he wrote a little note for you;
‘get well soon 💛’
it was a simple, kind gesture but the small details like how he coloured in the heart with a glittery yellow highlighter he must’ve took from your bag had you blushing (^///^)
also, whenever you’ve scheduled a study date at his dorm, there is no way in hell you’ll walk into his room and there isn’t 2 bowls of fresh soba sitting on the desk
no way. impossible.
(or if you don’t like noodles, then two bowls of rice.)
Tooru Hagakure
physical touch bb
she just likes you to know that she is there
also she loves how soft your skin is ^^
she really likes surprise hugging you from behind and you’d think that she’d be very good at that considering that she is.. invisible.. but she’s really not
she has very unique and recognisable voice
and whenever she creeps up behind you, she’s always snickering quite loudly
but you like seeing her happy when she thinks she surprised you so you just think to yourself ‘get ready to pretend to be shocked’
so as soon as she wraps her arms around you and goes ‘boo!’, you jump and always say the same stupid line you wish you would stop using but it just comes out naturally
“ope, didn’t see you there, tooru.”
but it makes her laugh every time so maybe it’s not such a bad habit
Katsuki Bakugo
he’s definitely a physical touch kinda guy but tries to be an acts of service man..y’know?
he doesn’t want you thinking that he likes hugging, cuddling, kisses or any of that none-sense bc..he is a big macho king explosion murder
and he knows that if he gets to comfortable with showing affection through physical touch, it’d become a habit then he might do it in public and the last thing he wanted was a rumour coming out that ‘king explosion murder is actually a huge cuddle-bug dork!’
so he hides it the best he can and expresses his love by like letting you wear his hoodie and not cussing you out when you do something stupid
but the fact is, nothing makes him feel better than holding you in his arms - under a blanket or not - with your face buried into his chest and your arm lazing draped over his shoulder
he usually does a good job at resisting his urge to randomly kiss you or take your hand in public
but there was that one time
luckily, it was on a date rather than on a school outing so it was only you who knows about it
it was probably around 6 months after y’all first started dating and he took you on a date to the carnival
there was a gang of boys who looked around a few years older than y’all and they were chatting amongst themselves until they approached the line you and Bakugo were waiting in (to get onto a ride at the carnival) and the group of boys stood behind you in line
at first everything was alright; they were just chatting while you were raving on about the ride to bakugo but he kinda tuned you out after he heard one of the guys say something along the lines of
“she’s kinda hot- a bit young but so fit. i think she’s from the UA too.”
that comment was enough to make his blood boil but a separate comment from one of the other guys tipped him over the edge,
“yeah and look at the guy she’s with. he’s the feral guy that needed to be put in chains at the sports festival - how embarassing.” he snickered, which was genuinely one of the most annoying noises bakugo has ever heard
his voice was low, in a whisper so they probably didn’t expect bakugo to hear it over the background noise of the carnival along with the girl yapping in his ear
but he did
and when i tell you this man was livid
in that moment he seriously considered just turning around and burning each and every one of those guys into a crisp
but the law-abiding citizen and hero inside him said no
instead, he fiercely snaked his arms around your hips to pull you into his chest and looked over his shoulders to shoot literal daggers at the guys
he led you out of the line for the ride in silence and you followed him without question - having heard the things those guys said but choosing to pretend as if you didn’t
“What was that about?” You finally asked as he brought you over to a bench, pulling you onto his lap
“Nothing.” He said, oddly calm as he stared into the void
“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to pry as you obviously already knew what provoked him to do that. “I’m gonna go get some cotton candy then. Do you want some?”
“No.” He replied monotonously, allowing you to hop off his knee but immediately grabbing your hand, preventing you from going any farther than arms length from him.
“you needy cow.” you giggled, playfully kicking his shin, “I’m so hungry - let me go!”
“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice. “I can’t be assed to move.”
You leaned back, pulling your whole weight backwards to try get Bakugo to release his grip on your hand and eventually he gave in and got up, sluggishly following you to go get cotton candy
you gleefully popped some of the delectable fluff into your mouth before sneaking some into bakugo’s mouth too.
“are you gonna let go of my hand any time soon?” you asked, wanting to hold the bag of cotton candy for yourself but instead having one hand interlocked with his and the other being used to rip small pieces off as Bakugo held the bag in his spare hand
“No.”
[(a/n): not the over-used jealousy trope 🙊]
Izuku Midoriya
definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy
bc he knows what it’s like to have to go through life with barely anyone besides your mother telling you that your great and that you’re worthy. it’s depressing and traumatic and he wouldn’t wish that misery on his worst enemy
so he’s like your personal hypeman :)
making sure that you always feel appreciated, confident and loved
during the sports festival or anything similar, he’s always louder than the cheerleaders when it comes to your turn to shine
“GO, (Y/N)! YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU! REMEMBER TO BREATHE!”
slightly embarrassing for him but when he sees you smile confidently back at him, every ounce of embarrassment melts away and he is just filled with joy
he gets really emotional sometimes as well
but not like ‘you just faced an opponent and won bc one all your hard work and training - i am so proud of you’ sorta emotional
but like ‘omg you walked into his dorm wearing a new dress and you look really beautiful and you smiled at him so emotions wash over him and he just cries bc he realises how lucky he is to have you.’
he loves to receive words of admiration from you too though
one time you wrote him a birthday card and signed it off as ‘the future wife of the #1 pro-hero’
and as badly as you wanted to just sign it as ‘from the future pro-hero 😘’
you didn’t bc you knew how happy the other option would make him
Minoru Mineta
idk perversion ig?
wait no his love language is titties and/or ass
Momo Yaoyorozu
gift. giving.
like you have no idea how much serotonin she gets when she sees you overjoyed at gift she gives you
bc in her mind she knows that it was her that made you that happy and no amount of trophies will ever compare to how accomplished she feels for being the reason behind your smile
she’s a QUEEN 👑 UGH 😩💓
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Would love to hear more thoughts on how these girls have understandable teenage motivations (A+ tag analysis by the way)
1. Thank you!!!!!!
2. ALRIGHT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS (shuffles my papers). i’ve gone off about homura’s motivations in depth before but i think it was only in dms/groupchats? anyways i’ll go in order with All the girls bc i think about this all the time as a teenager who grew up mentally ill and had their perceptions skewed because of it, and also i don’t think it’s talked about nearly enough for the others, at least on my blog... so, buckle up!!! this is REALLY LONG!!!!
3. i tried writing like, an individual thing for every member of the quintet all together in this one ask, but i ended up talking a little too much about homura and now i’m going to split up all the different analysis stuff for each character into the reblogs and work on it every so often! you’re free to kinda skim of course because i really did write a whole novel but here we go!! read under the cut. :3 this is literally essay length btw. i did NOT expect it to get this long but if you want to read it all i’d recommend it but i don’t expect most people to
First: Homura Akemi
okay so i’m going to kind of summarize everything but from the perspective of empathizing with her so if you don’t want to reread a whole recap you can skip to the ending few paragraphs
Summary
first of all, in episode 10, homura’s past is explained for the viewer. she was a shy, unsure girl who had been bedridden for a long time. she was clearly unsocialized, not to mention she went to a catholic school and those can be brutal, esp in japan... that’s all we know about her in that episode, but it’s revealed in one of the drama cds that she was bullied as a child(& further at mitakihara middle), her parents never were mentioned ever (i assume them to either be dead or neglectful, considering she lives alone and unchecked), and in magia record, homura says to natsuki that she’s never had friends before, she hasn’t been on vacation before until the beachside bonds event, hasn’t ever celebrated valentine’s day, has never celebrated new years, etc...
clearly, she’s missed out on a lot not only because of her sickness and hospitalization, but because of her isolation as a child at school. judging by her demeanor and the way she reacts when madoka comes up to her without being asked to, something like that had never happened to her before. it’s clear to me that madoka was many of homura’s “first’s”, her first friend, the first person who reached out to her, the first person to compliment her name honestly(validating her, disproving her dislike of her name), the first person to regard her so kindly rather than judging her based off of her appearance and demeanor (like other students had apparently done, this is also shown when the other students at mitakihara middle make fun of her for being tired after only being able to run one lap). AND, madoka (and mami, but homura knew madoka better at that time) saved her life, even though homura was so willing to die, just in that moment... i’d assume it made homura feel like someone believed in her even when she was at her worst. it’s really clear by the glimmer in her eyes that these are nice people that made her feel happy and welcome... and then walpurgisnacht came. she didn’t know much about magical girls and just believed in madoka and mami to be able to defeat the witch because she saw them as strong and saw the witch as defeatable, despite its size. and then mami died, right in front of her and madoka...
this kinda seems headcanon-y when i phrase it this way but it’s practically proven in her actions but i really think homura is scared to be abandoned, especially by someone who was as overtly kind and nonjudgemental to her as madoka... it’s in the way she cries her name and says “don’t go” before madoka runs away to fight walpurgisnacht. OH ALSO, i need to address this one thing really quick because people like to assume that homura didn’t care about mami from the beginning and only liked madoka. it’s not that she wasn’t sad when mami died, she was clearly terrified and didn’t want the same to happen to madoka, also mami LITERALLY WASN’T IN HER CLASS OR HER GRADE so i assume she spent most of her time with madoka considering they were in the same grade and class and probably shared most of their periods with each other... but also, once again, mami is older than both of them and homura probably saw her as more of a mentor/teacher that she needed to impress rather than madoka who was more on her level, i guess?
anyways, moving on... homura had to see madoka die (& experience the crushing guilt she felt for “letting madoka go” even though there was nothing she could’ve done) and literally says “i’d rather you had lived than saved someone like me” ... her self worth is below zero. she makes her wish to be strong enough to protect madoka(because she sees madoka, her first friend, who saved her life which she felt had no worth, as so strong and noble) which causes her to go back in time, etc. etc., you know the deal. okay before i move on to talk a little more abt the timelines and the personality change i’m going to address why it’s reasonable that she’d be attached to madoka.
i mentioned before that homura said herself that she had never had a friend before. just like, put yourself into her shoes for a second. this girl has no idea how to make friends; it was never taught to her. it’s literally rational that she’d get attached to her first ever friendship. it’s not “normal” the way she views madoka, but how could it be? this is her first time having a friend, she’s afraid of being abandoned by her, but she’s had to see her die over and over again anyway. she doesn’t want to lose madoka. even if she doesn’t go about it in the right way, there’s no way she would’ve actually known how to Do relationships. no one taught her. i think that needs to be empathized with more...
i kinda feel like i need to summarize all this just bc if i word it right it kinda reminds you & puts into perspective just how terrible and scary all of this was.
anyway Again, i would skip straight to the end of timeline 3 (where a New Flavor of trauma is given to homura) but i need to first address timeline 2 for a second. it was homura’s first time repeating the timeline, she trained with madoka and mami again, she was still hopeful despite what happened, etc. kinda just bonding further with madoka Again... and then it’s at the end of this timeline that she watches madoka turn into a witch, just in front of her very eyes... and realizes the true fate of magical girls. when she resets the timeline again, it’s up to her to start anew and break the truth to the group when she sees them again. when she tries telling the truth, sayaka immediately shoves this aside, claiming homura was just trying to split everyone up. it’s clear that that hurts homura. (also the little shinies in her eyes were wavering which is anime-code for sad) her feelings were immediately disregarded by sayaka and she couldn’t defend herself, but madoka did for her, and mami tried to diffuse the situation.
after they all find out homura was right when sayaka turns into a witch, mami kills kyoko and ties up homura in her ribbons and aims a gun at her, and this, rightfully, ignited a fear within homura... madoka is forced to kill mami in order to save homura, leaving only the two of them to fight together. then, when walpurgisnacht comes that time, The Promise is made... madoka tells homura to go back in time and save her from becoming a witch (because she doesn’t want to curse the world that way, she still sees beauty in it) and homura agrees, saying she’ll never stop until she saves madoka, and then... homura has to mercy kill madoka before she becomes a witch. she cries loudly and shoots madoka’s soul gem... it’s literally so heartwrenching and (usually) brings the viewer to tears, or puts something into perspective for them...
then we assume the personality change happens in the timeline right after. this personality change causes a lot of discourse because sometimes it’s seen as kind of irrational, but personally, i think even moemura had at least SOME resent for the world around her considering what she’d been through. it’s madoka’s repeated deaths that finally push her over that edge. i could get further into the coolmura arc but that’d take a WHILE, so i’ll just kind of explain something briefly though -- why homura ended up becoming even MORE focused on madoka. and i’m also going to debunk the claim that homura doesn’t care about her other friends as fast as i can before moving on.
also, ONE LAST side tangent, for those that think homura really did do a 360 degree personality turn are wrong. it’s shown explicitly in homulilly’s labyrinth that there’s this... “core” homura, a shadowy purple silhouette with braids. every time the series depicts homura’s internal self, it’s always glasses+braids, symbolizing her “child” self, who she truly is. she never stopped being that person. she doesn’t want to kill. ...but i can get into that in a rebellion analysis later! this is also shown in wraith arc bc the person inside her soul gem has glasses+braids. anyway let’s get to the next part i’m going to rant about
Homura’s Love for Madoka, but Otherwise Apathy
homura has seen many different, yet all similar, versions of her friends. the first claim i’m going to talk about which i saw brought up quite a few times before is in regards to homura and mami. first of all, homura absolutely still cares for mami, and not just in the “i only care about your life if it affects madoka’s” way. one part that always gets me is when mami ties her up in the series timeline after homura frantically warns her that this witch isn’t normal, to which mami IMMEDIATELY brushes this off, without even giving homura a chance. then, when mami’s ribbons fade away, homura looks horrified and just goes “oh no...” and it’s kind of obvious to me that it was in response to mami’s death rather than madoka’s reaction. this is arguably up for debate i guess because i’ve seen different takes on that reaction and it’s ambiguous, i guess? but i’m about to get into something extremely similar and that’s the sayaka situation, where madoka throws sayaka’s soul gem onto a moving car. homura gasps and immediately pauses time and disappears, running in literal open traffic and climbing on top of a moving car to retrieve sayaka’s soul gem. one could argue that this is ALSO only just because homura wants to save madoka (and kyoko) the fear, but don’t you think her expression would be different? if homura truly didn’t care for sayaka’s wellbeing, wouldn’t she be making an expression more similar to like, “oh, this shit again...” instead of the frantic one she was making in the scene? this kind of thing Also happens when kyoko asks homura to leave while kyoko’s about to sacrifice herself in oktavia’s labyrinth, and homura looks up sadly at kyoko and then back down at madoka, and once she knew kyoko was dead, she just quietly said “kyoko...” to herself. she usually refers to them as [last name, first name], but she dropped that during that moment... it otherwise sounds like a bare minimum thing to do, but keep in mind the timeline we’re shown in the series is implied to be like, the 110th timeline, i think? like, this is the last timeline, she’s worn down, but she still does have empathy -- or at least sympathy -- for the others. she still loves them.
homura promised to be madoka’s protector, she dedicated her life to her, and also she doesn’t have a choice not to dedicate her life to her anymore, even though that’s not fair to her... homura is in a really hopeless situation and madoka is her hope, and madoka is the one that judges her the least out of the quintet (like saying “i’m sure homura is good” to herself) upon first impression. also okay i mentioned this already in my last post (which you saw) but i’m going to bring it up one more time, homura is not mentally 26!!!!!! she is still 14 mentally!! in order to be 26, you have to have experienced 26 years of new life experience. maybe you acquire that through school, maybe you aquire that through friends, whatever it takes. but homura just repeated the same month over and over, and it’s not like her body (canonically) ages ever. she just kind of gets transported back into her body in the hospital again considering she’s back wearing her braids and pajamas... so, yeah. no mental development there. i also mentioned this here but i’m gonna say it again, that just makes it even harder for her to actually age correctly... it stunts her to 14. imagine being 14 for 10-11 years...
In Defense Of My Own Claims
btw before you think i’m just going full-on radical homura apologist, i’m not explaining all of this to be like “homura made ALL THE RIGHT DECISIONS because her trauma gave her an excuse!!” because like, Obviously, she did a lot of bad things, she killed people, did a lot of callous things, a lot of thoughtless things, a lot of things that make her seem emotionless, etc. but i just have trouble blaming her considering how things ended up, and it’s not like she enjoys killing people. she’s not sadistic... she ends up becoming short with all the others not only because of her (extremely) weakened trust in them, but also because the amount of times she repeated the timeline. i’d imagine it makes her feel like the others can’t truly die because she can just go back and see them again. (this is also why wraith arc/post-tv series must’ve been hard for her because she can no longer turn back time, things are permanent now, deaths are forever) she’s become so worn down that she’ll do anything to escape the loops... also considering she has no choice but to continue? although it shouldn’t be, it’s technically her job as a magical girl to defeat all witches and walpurgisnacht counts. it kills magical girls and tears up the whole city and she’s usually the only magical girl left... her choices, when defeated, are either to give up and die or to go back and try again, and she made a promise to her first ever friend to do just the latter... i just don’t understand how this isn’t easier for people to comprehend, that all of this trauma and stress and responsibility on top of an already traumatized 14 year old does not mix well. ever. she had to figure out all of this by herself.
TL;DR:
homura was a previously traumatized, unsocialized 14 year old with (very)low self esteem & self worth whose first friend (and first love, really, let’s be honest) died in front of her in horrific ways and she watched as she (and the other friends she came to make) drifted slowly apart from her in her endless and futile attempt in saving her from what proved to be an inescapable fate. also she’s 14 and also she’s (canonically) mentally ill and a lesbian. not a monster, not evil, not “psycho”. and that’s that!
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valentine s/o hcs? :3
since today is valentine's day, i thought it'd be nice to post!
murdoc niccals
motherfucker has NO idea what to do
he's all like "i-i-i gotta get 'em a gift but...what??? what do you even get someone????"
the rest of the band are tired of him
he gets pretty annoying after awhile though
he gets more overbearing than anything, which is surprising
seeing him run around trying to figure out what to do is funny but tiring all on it's own
"what about ros-" | "BAD IDEA. IT'S A BAD IDEA, FACEACHE- SHUT UP."
he eventually figures it out though...maybe
once he does, he takes you out to go stargazing on the local hill (it's like one of those stargazing cliffs in the movies)
"the light compliments your beautiful eyes very well, luv. we should do this more often, hm..."
stuart 2D pot
he didn't even know valentine's was the 14th
the man thought it was like...the 28th or something
he does everything incredibly last minute
"so, stu, what are you doing for valentine's?" | "valen...tine's?" | "you forgot....didn't you?" | "i'm sorry, noodle..."
he forgets a lot of things so once you find out that he forgot for a bit, you really don't mind
he gets all dressed up like a little waiter though
he looks like a 7 year old getting ready for his piano recital in the year 1996
"aww, you're so cute!" | "does it really look good? i worked pretty hard gettin' this suit!"
he takes you out to dinner at this fancy italian restaurant and then performs a ballad for you while you sit on your shared bed (covered in rose petals, of course)
you remark that it was all very cheesy but he simply says "i did it all for you. i was willin' to act like a 9th grader on his first date for you! you're just so special to me, luv..."
russel hobbs
a master at valentine's!!
he just...doesn't really know where to start with your surprise
he wants to do so much but most of it is kind of impossible
"i want to buy them the moon...and the stars! how about that, babygirl?" | "russ...i don't think you can do that" (noodle)
he plans way too much
down to god damn seating and time of day (hour, minute, and second)
he just wants you to feel like royalty, or even better, his majesty
he's the best dressed out of everyone in the band though
when you first see him, you wonder if he really just outdressed you on the day he planned for you
he takes you out to walk along the beach and then a picnic under the stars with your favorite drinks and your favorite snacks
"i wish i could freeze time for the both of us so we can stay in this moment forever, my darling"
noodle
she's good at remembering but she's a become a bit of a procrastinator in recent
she makes a plan but can't really figure out if it's....your type of thing
"what do you think, katsu? would they like this?" | *cue some very happy katsu noises* | "hm...you're right. i'll switch out shopping spree and racecar driving.."
she wants to impress you more than anything
she doesn't go for a dress, like you may assume
she tries out multiple outfits and eventually goes with a red button down dress shirt with one of those short skirts and some sneakers
"heh, i somehow knew you were gonna go for that. typical noodle." | "ah yes! typical murdoc shoving his nose in my business again! like the nosey old man he is!" | "now wait just a minute-"
she wants to go all out but...should probably stick to more simple ideas, just like russ
she doesn't ask the others for advice or anything
and if she does, it's more for a pep talk
she kicks the rest of the band out of the house and feeds you the three course meal she's made (with russ's help, of course) and watches movies with you for the rest of the night
"you know, you're one of the only things in my life that makes sense. i love everything about you so easily, my love."
bonus (for a special someone: 🍓) -
ace copular
oh, ace...
he gets oh so insecure
but in a sorta good way
he wants everything to be perfect and worries till his hair practically falls out but of course, he makes it seem like he has everything in order
he asks the rest of his family (the gangreen gang) what they think he should do
they give him horrible answers but he takes them into consideration
"take them to the dmv!" | "why...would i do that?? i jus' don't unda'stand you guys sometimes..."
he tries every option he can think of before valentine's day comes around
he tries to cook and burns water (impossible? not for ace d. copular it isn't-)
he ends up arriving to your house with a bouquet of flowers and takes you out for a night drive on his motorcycle, which he cleaned just for the occasion
the drive is silent but you swear you almost heard him say "if only i could do dis' every night. then i could have you and the stars for the rest of my life..."
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To Dream of an Angel
Part 2 of Dreams of Birds and Angels a series of two one shots written for @pawsitivelymiraculous for the Maribat Valentine’s Day Fic Exchange hosted by @eat0crow!
Ao3
Part 1 can be found here
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Damian Al Ghul knew only the bare minimum about soulmates. He had been taught by his instructors in the League that they were a phenomenon that no one quite understood. To the members, they were a hindrance and should be terminated promptly. In respect to their targets, they were used as leverage to get information.
After the young boy turned 8 years of age, he dreamt of her. A small girl with wide blue eyes who would draw dresses in bright colors. The next night, his mother would explain in hushed tones what soulmates really meant. A soulmate is someone who is meant to compliment you perfectly, and once you met them you would never want to let them go. She would whisper to him about the man who helped create him, and how desperately she wished he had been the angel meant just for her.
Angel, he thought with a humorless laugh, what a fine name for the soulmate of the Heir to the Demon.
Every night when Damian would close his eyes, he would be greeted with the sight of his blue-eyed Angel. He would watch as she played with her friends. He would laugh in amusement as she spilled flour all over herself while working in a bakery. He would frown when she was pushed around by a blonde-haired bully.
The girl puzzled the young heir greatly. She was a bizarre sort; always smiling even when being knocked around. No matter how much abuse she took from that blonde trollop, his soulmate was always kind to others and give everything she could to help them, all the while asking nothing in return. It frustrated him to see someone so wholly selfless. Didn’t she know that she would be better off trying to profit from her interactions with others?
At the age of 10, Damian’s life rapidly changed. No longer was he revered as the Heir to the League of Assassins. Now, he was in his father’s home, fighting against his father’s wards for attention, and being told to relearn everything he had ever known to be true. It was frustrating, being so out of his element, but the longer he was Damian Wayne instead of Damian Al Ghul. He realized how skewed his world had once been.
While his mother had tried to soulmates explain differently from the Leagues teachings, he had always seen her words as foolish. It seemed futile to him, her longing for something she couldn’t have. However, living in Wayne Manor also allowed the now ex-assassin to see a different side of soulmates. Grayson would often talk about his dreams of his mate Starfire with a dopey grin on his face. Similarly, Drake would mention in passing how his dreams started at an older age due to the elder Superboy having not been created yet.
It was strange, living in a house of people who weren’t constantly ready to fight him. His new siblings were perplexing. Grayson was always trying to rope him into some strange “bonding” activity. With Todd’s return came his aggressive attitude, yet occasional helpfulness. Drake was usually passed out somewhere or so full of caffeine he couldn’t even hold a proper conversation. Cain was the most tolerable, having shared similar experiences and understanding the importance of silence.
The biggest influence on his new lifestyle, however, was Alfred Pennyworth. His dedication and care for the family was to be admired. The Englishmen had a way with words and always knew just what to say to help Damian through his many sour moods. Most importantly, the butler’s selfless love for his charges helped the young Wayne to understand his soulmate’s behaviors.
As his world changed, so did his dreams of her. He would see her take her drawing from paper and bring them to life with fabric. He would look on as she made new friends. As well as enemies. If Damian had been able to, he would have fought that sly fox himself, but the smug smile on his face when Angel put her in her place.
What was most jarring to see, was her fighting villains in a red and black spotted suit. Magic had never been something he took kindly to; it having more than once put his and his family’s lives in danger. After watching countless battles in his visions, and later finding recordings of them online after much research. He could only conclude that the nature of her powers and villains were indeed magic.
It didn’t take Damian long to figure out that his soulmate was the Parisian heroine Ladybug. However, this still did not allow him to meet her. At the very beginning of her tenure, Ladybug and the government of Paris had barred all Justice League access to the city, keeping him from getting there using the cover of Robin.
His next plan was to go to Paris as a civilian. However, he could find no way under his family’s constant hovering to get there. He couldn’t use the private jet without getting caught, and him buying a plane ticket would be immediately suspicious. The last thing he wanted was for his family to find out about his blue-eyed soulmate and get involved. While he had come to care for them more than he ever imagined, in some manners they were simple too overbearing for him to deal with.
So, Damian, rather begrudgingly, chose to let fate take its course. After much thought, he realized that his Angel may not even want to meet him. She had spent the early years of their bond watching him act as a bloodthirsty killer. She was most likely appalled. Who would want a soulmate like him anyway?
Now 18, the black-haired boy spent most of his days the same. He would take Titus for walks in the park, help his father and Drake at Wayne Enterprises, and fight back the crime of Gotham in the dead of night.
Damian was on one such walk when Titus suddenly pulled his leash out of the boy’s grasp. The dog went racing down the path and out of sight with a loud bark.
“Titus!” he called, jogging forward to see the Great Dane stopped in front of a woman who had bent down to pet him.
“I apologize, miss,” he said, coming forward and lowering himself to be at the same level as Titus and her. He put his hand on the dog’s head to pet him as well, bumping the woman’s hand slightly.
“He usually doesn’t go running off towards strangers…” he looked from the dog to the woman and trailed off. His eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat. He tried hard to control his reaction. Now that he was up close, he recognized that face. It was the face of his Angel.
The woman, noticing his change in demeanor, looked up at him. When their eyes met, her expression quickly turned to surprise as well. Looking at her now. the blurry image of her that he had known before began to fill in.
He had always been attracted to his mate. Once he had assumed it was simply because the strange magic of soulmates dictated it so. But now, seeing her face to face, she was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. She had a small button-shaped nose. Her blue-black hair that had once been pulled into cute little pigtails was now in one long braid over her shoulder. What drew his attention most was her big round bluebell eyes that were so kind, yet held mysteries that even he, who had seen much of her life from afar, didn’t have the answers to.
Damian looked down at his dog who seemed quite smug, almost like he knew who he had brought his owner to. It was then that he noticed the marks. On the back of their hands flew a ladybug being followed by a red-breasted robin.
“Miss?” he called, looking back up at her.
“Yes?” she replied. He would never admit it, but his heart melted a bit at the sound of her voice like tinkling bells.
As they made eye contact once again, he made a small gesture towards where their hands sat atop Titus’ head. He swore her eyes couldn’t get any wider as she looked from the marks back up to him.
“It appears we are soulmates,” he said plainly as he stood up from the ground, doing his best to appear less shaken than he was.
She stood as well. “It appears so,” She gave him a nervous smile and held her hand out to him.
“I’m Marinette,”
The boy hesitated for a moment, having a hard time believing the situation he found himself in was real and not a fantasy.
After a moment he took her hand and shook it. “My name is Damian,”
“Well, Damian,” she smiled brightly at him. “would you like to go on a walk and get to know each other?”
He gave her a soft look back. “I certainly would.”
#Maribat#daminette#maridami#soulmarks#soulmate au#soulmate marks#soulmate dreams#Valentine's Day fic exchange#background relationships
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HC’s for what the Choi twins+Vanderwood’s love language would be?
🥁🥁🥁 First ever request!
Love language is one of my favorite things to write so I was excited to see this one was submitted! I've never written for Vanderwood, though... Let's see how this goes.
Reblogs are highly appreciated. :)
Love Languages
Includes: Saeyoung, Saeran, Vanderwood
Warnings -> Slight mention of injuries.
Type: Character x MC/Reader (GN)
Saeyoung:
When it comes to showing his love language, Saeyoung falls within Gift Giving.
During the first few days of knowing him, it was clear that the notorious Seven-Zero-Seven was not only a skilled hacker, but an amazing tinkerer.
Out of all things someone could craft together, Seven found himself making a fire-breathing mechanical dog to protect you.
And then he tinkered some more,
And more...
Soon enough, his house was filled with spare parts, and his mind was equally filled with what you would think about these gifts.
But whenever the hacker situation worsened and your safety was on the line, all of those little trinkets and inventions had to be left behind.
It's been a year now, and it's become painfully obvious Saeyoungs love for gift giving hasn't died down.
More inventions were made and some were turned into prototypes for his toy shop. You and him agreed to get a shelf dedicated to all of them.
The little toy cat that could read emotions and send alerts, a pen that would sing different tunes as you were writing, another plushied cat that could reach to the ceiling...
You figured that last one was more for his personal enjoyment.
But the gifts didn't stop there. They were also material and temporary.
The first Valentine's day you spent together, you thought you could explode with the amount of chocolate you two had eaten.
It was hard to get through the front door with the massive stuffed animal there to greet you.
And on top of this, rose petals scattered it's way to the dinner table where you two could enjoy your night together. (The rose petals were recommended from Zen.)
"I plan on giving you the stars one day, but until then, these will do!"
For the other half of his love language, let's talk about receiving.
Now, while Saeyoung enjoys anything and everything you do, Quality Time would be the best way to describe it.
"Stay away from me, I'm dangerous."
"Then why are you making such a fuss to sit right next to me...?"
"... Protection."
Yes, it is true that he wouldn't leave the apartments main room in order to make sure another break-in doesn't happen,
But was the game of hide and seek necessarily for protection, Saeyoung?
After spending so much time with you in the apartment, it felt weird to be anywhere else.
Once you both had gotten out of view of Mint Eye and the agency, there was a plentiful of dates between you two.
They didn't need to be extravegant dinner dates. If you offered to watch a movie with him that night, you could swear you saw the faint sight of a tail wagging.
"Even when I pushed you away so much, you still want to spend time with me? Thank you..."
Saeran:
Love languages were new to Saeran. Of course they made sense, but the term was something he had never heard before.
On the giving side of his love language, Saeran was excellent in terms of Physical Touch.
As soon as you made your way to Magenta to test his "game", Ray held your hand all the way to your room.
It was so you wouldn't trip, he explained, but he would be lying to say there wasn't any enjoyment on the way there.
After that, there were friendly touches that slipped into your conversations and walks together.
A hand on the shoulder to make sure you were being guided in the right direction, a few gloved fingers brushing against your own when you complimented him, or simply standing close enough to feel your warmth mixing with his own.
Then came Saeran...
Personal space wasn't allowed in his book. He still wanted to touch you, anywhere he could feel skin, and push any limits that were possible.
He wanted to be the strongest.
The bite on your shoulder or your arms being pinned down to the ground were so different from Ray's gentle touches, but you could tell the motivations were the same.
When Saeran asked you to kiss him just like Ray, that's when it was evident his feelings were still present. He still wanted to feel that warmth and affection, no matter how many times it was denied.
And when Saeran woke up from his manipulated state, the first thing on his mind was to have his arms around you again.
You escaped the believers and Mint Eye all together, and the grip on your hand only tightened.
The only time he let go of your hand was to replace it with holding your cheeks, his forehead meeting yours.
"Everything you do makes me feel whole again."
Now, about receiving... That would fall under the category of Words of Affirmation.
Handsome, beautiful, trustworthy, funny...
Even his own name sounded like such a high compliment when it came from you.
If there's ever a moment of distress, all Saeran needs to hear is you saying you love him.
Whenever the chance is given, he would shower you in praise and compliments, but you always had a better way with words.
When you both began helping in the intelligence unit, there wasn't a day that went by without the workers there saying how amazing Saeran was at hacking and gathering information.
They never felt the same, though. A simple "good job" from you made his day a thousand times better.
Small words of endearment and nicknames were like kryptonite to him. There was never enough and too much for his heart at the same time.
"Say that again, please... I love hearing you say those things.”
Vanderwood:
An agent like him doesn't need to believe in those kinds of things, right?
Wrong.
He would never admit to it upfront, but Miss Mary Vanderwood loves Acts of Service.
You could consider him the classic Tsundere with how much of a fuss he would make while handing you the documents you asked for.
If you needed help reaching something on a high shelf, he would instantly bring it down for you, all while commenting about your height.
But even when these became a usual part of your day, there were times Vanderwood would show sincerity.
After handling a few papers across your work space, the tiniest paper cut swiped across your finger.
It wasn't enough to earn much of a reaction or any pain to yourself, but that case was different in Vanderwood's eyes.
As if on reflex, he made his way over to you, taking your hand in his to scan over the small injury. You assured him you're alright, however he didn't listen.
With a careful tug, he took you into the kitchen and brought out a first aid kit, looking over the different sizes of bandaids there were. You stayed quiet to let him do as he pleased.
Even when he reminded you to be more careful and take everything seriously, his voice was softer than usual. It wasn't filled with annoyance, but of concern.
The closer you two grew together, the more Vanderwood would offer himself to you and any assitance you may need.
"Don't think too much about it, okay? I'm just being a nice guy is all."
And lastly, for the love he would want to receive, is none other than Words of Affirmation.
The first time he sent you that one notorious selfie and you complimented him, something struck his heart.
A simple response and a "thank you" is all that's heard from him, but what's not visible is his inner conflict.
Does he like this? Is it an insult? Surely you can't be serious.
Those compliments would grow and grow, all the way up to praising him for his efforts on helping the situation.
Perhaps this ties into Acts of Service. If he can help in some kind of way, you would tell him he did good, yes?
That was his plan, at least.
Good job, I'm proud of you, you look great today, I love you...
"You don't say those to anyone else, right? No reason why."
Thank you for the request! I hope this is what you had in mind. ^^
- 💙
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