#guess whos backkkk in front

[lesbiantrish]

boys are so cute (nico di angelo)

[aphroditesswan]

Guess who's backkkk! Me ofc <3

New request! :)

This request is idk probably weird! But ur my favorite! Can I ask for a reader who speaks another language but Is fluent in English. (I speak Spanish) and for example reader is speaking English but mixes it up with there other native language? Like I speak Spanglish (mix between Spanish and English) I hope you understand what I'm saying 🙁

But with danganronpa characters! (I'm a multifandom person) with kokichi and other characters u love! Can be either female or male characters! Have a nice dayyyy <3

déjate llevar 

danganronpa v3 characters x gn! reader 

warnings: translator spanish, kokichi. 

summary: your native language slips a bit while with your classmates 

genre: fluff, crack 

notes: i’m a no sabo kid so please excuse the terrible translator spanish 🙏  also these r the v3 characters that i actually like so like,, there’s not a lot. 

requested: yes! by my fav requester no less

kaede 

oh she is on you about it, but not in a bad way. she listens intently to anything you’re saying, thinking maybe she can get kiibo to translate it later. she ultimately fails, simply forgetting how exactly you said it and gets the weirdest translation ever and ends up almost malfunctioning kiibo. 

“whhhat are you doing?” you had asked, walking in on a very confused kiibo and a disappointed kaede. “oh uhm,, i was asking kiibo about something that uhm, i heard earlier!” “translation,, my chicken smacked it’s nightlight in the face.” upon hearing kiibo, you realize two things. 1. kaede was trying to translate something you had said 2. she was absolutely terrible at spanish pronunciation. 

shuichi 

he’s curious, that’s for sure, but he doesn’t exactly know how to ask you what you had said. he thinks that either you’d think he was dumb or you’d blatantly ignore him. oh the over thinker you are, saihara. like maki, he’s writing down everything you say that he wants to know, except he has no plans of talking to you about it. if he doesn’t have a pen and paper, it’s a mental note in his mind and thank the gods he’s infinitely better at spelling and pronunciation than kaede. 

“whatcha writing, shuichi? i’m curious.” you’d said, and yet again another thing he’d have to write down. “it’s nothing, don’t worry. just a couple of notes.” he had written down your latest phrase, taking the sticky note off and folding it, putting it in his pocket for later. “really? i could help you know-“ “no! i mean,, i appreciate it, i really do, but i don’t need any help, really.” “you sure?” “of course, no worries.” you then smile at him, shrugging and going back to your original task which required you to leave the room for just a bit. he sighed, slumping his shoulders in defeat. stupid shuichi, that could’ve been his chance to ask about phrases. his pockets are filled with folded up sticky notes of the things you say, and now he’ll have to search through an outdated dictionary for answers. good luck with that, saihara. 

maki 

immediately thinks that whatever you said, it was some sort of code. she’d glare at you from wherever she was, leaving poor you to question what the hell you did wrong. you wouldn’t know she was following you and listening to every small thing you said in your native language until you were alone and turned around from looking at something in your lab, seeing maki less than a foot in front of you. 

“ah- maki, what did you need? i didn’t even hear you come in…” you put down the item you had on a nearby desk, trying to back up a bit. “this. what do they mean?” she presented a notebook to you, listing all the spanish phrases you’d said out of instinct in the last couple hours. “ohhh… well for instance that first one means ‘i am surrounded by imbeciles.’ if that helps you.” you smile a bit, already catching onto the fact she thought it was something dangerous and thinking it was just a bit entertaining. 

kokichi 

somehow fucking knows spanish. and he’s listening for it too, already discerning from the slightest slip of an accent, that nobody else had noticed, that english most certainly wasn’t your first language much less japanese. 

“no puedes hablar en serio. te juro que me pones de los nervios más que nadie aquí.” you’d said as kokichi bothered you with the most useless thing, and trust me he knew what he was doing, for the nth time today. “heyy, that’s not nice to say, now is it?” he’d responded back in perfect spanish, smirking to himself as he followed behind you. you hadn’t noticed until you continued cursing at him in spanish (the same way you’d later realize was much like your mother) and then you stopped dead in your tracts, slowly turning your head to the smug kokichi. “what.” he flashed you that cheshire cat smile, and you swear that if it was possible he’d have the same powers as him. “what, not in the mood to talk anymore now, are you? be careful what you say, amigoooo!” he taunted as he walked backwards and left you with your eye twitching. “kokichi! get back here!” you looked around with furrowed brows, now speed walking towards kokichi with a glare. earlier, you had said some not nice things in a moment of anger, but hopefully he didn’t remember all of them. he couldn’t have, right? either way, he can’t run from you forever, and when you catch him he is absolutely, positively done for. 

kiibo 

offers to be a translator for you. you could say the most diabolical thing on earth in spanish and he’s looking like 😦 but would still offer to translate what you said like you MEANT for somebody to actually understand you. 

“su multa como el infierno, yo personalmente sería bussing abajo sin dudarlo.” “EXCUSE ME. would you like me to translate your current sentence?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT KIIBO???” you have half a mind to shut him off just because he offered to translate it. hopefully, JUST HOPEFULLY, kokichi wasn’t around to hear that because then you’d really be in trouble, but if kiibo keeps offering to translate your deep dark secrets you say in spanish he better watch out. ricky when i catch you ricky. 

not a lot of the v3 characters interest me enough to write abt them lowk 😭

[dazzlerazz]

H and R for writing asks 🤗

AYYYYYYY MOSSY'S BACKKKK

H: How would you describe your style?

Probably not as fluid as it should be. I'd say hands off? Not very much detail outside of things that are needed for that moment I guess. That's probably something I need to work on

I do a lot of one sentence paragraphs. An example from something I'm currently writing:

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"Are you ready to go?" Am I? Am I really? "Yeah, I'm ready." I've been ready since I woke up early this morning. On the other hand, I'm not ready at all. I'm tired. I want to go back to bed. I stayed up until 4 AM working on that thing was late. [Character] only stayed up until 1 with me. He has work to take care of, so he fell asleep fast. I'm drunk on drowsiness at this point, having woken up at 7 AM. Mom insists that an early to rise schedule is good for the soul. I disagree. "Alright, let's get this show on the road!" [Character] exclaims as he opens the front door wide, letting a chilling breeze blow through. He's said that every goddamn year since he moved in.

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R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Probably all books I've read. If I had to choose, I'd say there are currently 3 or 4 people who inspire me and continue to

Erin Hunter I used to be a big Warriors fan in the days of public school, still remains one of my biggest influences in writing. I actually got into story creation and characters through a small roleplay group of fans and friends when I was around 13. While I'm not a roleplayer now, I give lots of credit to those early days and Erin Hunter for giving me hundreds of hours of story and fun

R.L. Stine I was also a huge Goosebumps fan as a kid, I loved the horror and I continue to love the Goosebumps books. These ones didn't directly influence how I write, but really stick out to me as a kid

My mother My mom is a writer, not sure I've said this in the past. Not going to drop the name of the book for privacy reasons. But she'd read it to me when I was young (despite it not exactly being age appropriate cough cough) and having a published writer in my own family really got me into writing

@saltsludge Get pinged idiot They're helping me with confidence and actually posting what I write. Probably wouldn't have written anything fanfic wise without them because I was so scared of being seen as cringe from people who aren't into fandoms and stuff. They’re a great person for getting me out of that mindset and helping me realize I can write what I want

[honeypiehotchner]

intelligence & issues (Hotch x Reader) -- chapter eleven

I’m backkkk <33 Enjoy!

Today’s chapter title comes from “Wildest Dreams” by Taylor Swift and honestly? That song is Hotch and Reader’s song tbh

Chapter Warnings: fluff! Crime scene stuffs, case stuffs, and Hotch is an asshole at the end (what’s new?)

Previous chapter || Fic Masterlist

Chapter Eleven: I thought, “Heaven can’t help me now.”

When you wake, you have a strange sense of Deja Vu. Hotch is shaking your shoulder again, only this time, you’re not in your bed.

“We’re landing soon,” he says softly, hand lingering on your shoulder, but you welcome its weight and warmth, forgetting for a moment that the rest of the team is on this jet.

“Mm, okay…” You bring the blanket underneath your chin, only this is when you realize it’s not a blanket.

You tilt your head down to look at the fabric, then lift your eyes back up to see Hotch isn’t wearing his jacket.

His jacket.

Oh my God.

He sees the realization on your face and smiles, but instead of commenting on it, he turns to start waking the others. As expected, Rossi didn’t sleep, but Reid is still quite frankly passed out. Emily, JJ, and Morgan are coming around, though, and upon seeing that, you scramble to get Hotch’s jacket off of you, catching Rossi’s eyes in the process.

“You were cold,” Rossi says with a shrug, and a smirk.

You shouldn’t be mortified, but you are.

After folding Hotch’s jacket over your arm, you wait until your boss is sitting back down to hand it to him with a raised eyebrow. “Thank you,” you whisper.

“You’re welcome,” he says, thinking nothing of it as he shrugs it back over his shoulders. When he sees you’re still looking at him like that, he adds, “You were getting goosebumps. Would you have rather I let you freeze to death?”

Is he making a joke? You wonder, with the corners of his lips tugging upward. You shake your head, saying nothing else.

No wonder you slept so soundly.

+++

Upon arriving at the local police station, you’re all met with the usual: desperate officers who want you to snap your fingers and find the unsub ASAP.

And, they always look pretty displeased when you admit that you need time.

You swear sometimes people think the BAU is made up of sorcerers who can see the future and not regular humans who are just trained to recognize and predict behaviors.

Regardless, they’re happy you’re here.

“I was shocked myself when I made the connection,” Sheriff Ansley says, nodding to the pictures of the other seven victims, with Nathan and Jonathan at the end. “Those others were so spaced out, we just… Oh, it sounds bad, but when you’ve got other problems coming across your desk, they can all blur together.”

“We understand,” you say, trying to be the comforting one here, even though you’re feeling more and more like time doesn’t exist and that you’ve entered a third dimension.

A few hours of sleep and jet lag can really do a person in. Especially with the added stressor of Hotch standing next to you.

“Morgan, L/N, I need you to come to the crime scene with me,” Hotch says, and your eyes widen the moment your name slips from his mouth. Is he trying to mess with you? You figured after covering you up on the jet, he’d make a conscious effort to be as far away from you today as possible. Just because Morgan is also coming along doesn’t mean much. Profilers aren’t dense.

“Prentiss and I will go talk to the victim’s family,” Rossi says, nodding to Emily.

Reid says nothing, too engrossed by the pictures and details tacked up on the board. Though, after a moment, he says, “I need a map of the town. Maybe the region. Yeah...the region.”

A little confused, Sheriff Ansely replies, “We’ll get that for you.”

JJ notices the confusion and says, “I’ve got it, don’t worry.”

With everyone focused, you pile into a vehicle with Hotch and Morgan up front (you purposefully sit in the back) to head to the crime scene. Sheriff Ansley leads in her car, and about two seconds in, you wish you would’ve thought to ride with her.

“You know I have to ask,” Morgan begins, a shit-eating grin on his face as he looks over at Hotch. “What did you get up to last night? Get lucky?”

Hotch looks ready to backhand his fellow agent. “No.”

Morgan keeps going. “Come on, Hotch, it’s about time you get some.”

“For now, I’ll stick to the case.”

Morgan huffs, giving in, which you think is for the better. But when Morgan turns his head to look out the window, Hotch catches your eyes in the rearview mirror.

You sink as far down as you can in your seat, biting the inside of your cheek to hide your smile.

+++

You have no clue what you were expecting when you pictured the outside of Jonathan King’s house, but it wasn’t this.

A few police cars are already here, their men having already gone in to look around, but not touch anything. A few cars look tiny next to the monster that is the mansion you’re looking at.

“I thought this was a small town,” you mutter, closing the car door.

“Jonathan’s daddy was the owner of the only car dealership in town,” Sheriff Ansley explains. “They were big money.”

“I can tell,” you shake your head. “Definitely don’t have houses like this where I’m from.”

The sheriff chuckles. “Yeah. Before they built it, this was a wide open field. Tiny house. Space for all kinds of animals. Had a red barn out there,” she points off to where a gigantic pool complete with a rock waterfall is.

You hum. “A lot changes for the worse sometimes when money comes in.”

She looks at you then, almost like she respects you a little more now. Which isn’t unusual. The sheriffs in small towns don’t exactly like having to call the FBI in for help. Some do it rather begrudgingly. It’s more often than not that you find yourself being the bridge between big city and small town.

“Any signs of forced entry?” Hotch asks the first officer he sees and they shake their head.

“Nothing. But this damn mansion is so big…” He trails away, looking around at it all.

“I understand,” Hotch sighs. “If you find anything, let us know.”

“Hotch,” you speak up, nearly tapping his shoulder, but you quickly pull your hand back. “If this unsub is a woman, then it’s likely there won’t be any forced entry.”

The sheriff nods. “She has a point.”

“How?” Morgan asks, eyebrows furrowed over his sunglasses.

“Seriously?” You deadpan. “Do you want me to demonstrate?”

He catches on, and drawls, “Go right ahead,” prompting you to shove his shoulder.

“Focus,” Hotch scolds. “I hear you. He probably let her in.”

“Did Jonathan have a reputation of being a player?” Morgan asks. “Take a lot of girls out on dates? Get serious with a lot of them but never marriage-serious?”

Sheriff Ansley nearly snorts. “Oh, yeah. He was the town’s bachelor. New woman every week. Swore every single one was The One.”

You nod slowly. “He must’ve picked up the wrong one, then.”

“Evidently so,” she replies quietly, leading the three of you into the house.

Hotch opts for looking around the house with the sheriff while you and Morgan go to Jonathan’s bedroom.

And he’s still lying there. Wonderful.

You nearly gag, but stop yourself. You’re never going to get used to this shit. At least there isn’t blood literally drenching the walls like that other case.

Moving on.

“Looks like it’s the exact same MO,” Morgan comments, idly checking the body for anything the officers might’ve missed.

You dig around on Jonathan’s dresser, drawers, nightstand, everywhere.

“This guy was seriously rich,” you mutter, picking up a few really expensive watches. Upon opening one drawer, you literally find a wad of cash. At least two thousand dollars, stuffed in between pairs of socks. “The unsub didn’t take this?” You hold up the cash to Morgan.

“She must not’ve spent time here,” he concludes. “Doesn’t look like she took any trophies either.”

“I can’t imagine why,” you say, then crack a smile. “So you’re on my side then, huh?”

He turns his head, eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“It’s a woman.”

Morgan chuckles. “Yeah, kiddo. I’m on your side. This has woman all over it.”

“Kiddo,” you groan, tossing the cash back in the drawer. “Any clothes from the unsub lying around? I’m guessing she’s smarter than that.”

“Yeah, there’s nothing,” Morgan says, going into the bathroom. “The window in here is locked tight.”

“I really doubt she forced her way in,” you say. “He probably took her out on a date, brought her inside willingly, and didn’t realize until it was too late that he should not have messed with her.” You pause. “Does this place have security cameras? It looks expensive enough to have them. We should get Garcia to get the footage.”

You’re too busy rambling to see that Morgan has walked back into the room, only this time he’s eyeing you carefully.

You turn your head, raising an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Listen, I know these guys were…” He gestures rather than saying it.

“Rapists?” You say tiredly, placing your hands on your hips. No need to be afraid of saying the word around you. You’ve heard it plenty and said it yourself more times than you want to. “What about it?”

“I just wanted to say I know how good it can feel to see someone like that taken down,” Morgan says slowly. “And then you feel guilty for feeling good.”

You set your jaw, hating he’s right. You’ve yet to admit it to yourself, though. Isn’t it wrong? On multiple levels? You’re supposed to catch the bad guys, not relate to them so much that you understand why they’re doing this.

“And I know it can also bring up some bad memories, but, I’m here for you,” he says, keeping his eyes on yours. “I mean that.”

“Thanks, Derek,” you whisper. “It does...kinda feel good, but...I know it’s the wrong way to do it.”

“Do what?”

“Make a difference,” you shrug. “If I killed Trevor, I’d be taking the short route. That’s why I’m here. To make a bigger difference.”

He smiles then, gently. “And you’re doin’ it. Trust me.”

You let yourself smile, too. “Thanks. Now let’s get back to work before boss man comes in here telling us to focus,” you mimic Hotch’s voice and tone at the end, making yourself laugh as you turn back around.

And that’s when you have the absolute shit scared out of you because Hotch is standing there, frowning at you. Oh, he totally heard that.

“Sorry, sir,” you murmur, knowing you should apologize while you’re ahead.

Thankfully, to save yourself from embarrassment, Morgan’s phone starts ringing. He pulls it out and puts it on speaker.

“Talk to me, babygirl.”

“All of our other victims? Yeah, they were accused of rape, too. Four of them were acquitted or blatantly dismissed, three of them with such short sentences it probably felt like a vacation.”

You roll your eyes. “Sounds about right.”

Hotch eyes you, but talks to Garcia. “Get us a list of anyone in this region that fits those same criteria.”

“Already done, and it is heading to JJ as we speak.”

Morgan shakes his head at how good she is. “Oh, and check and see if you can get the footage from Jonathan’s security cameras at his house. Y/N thinks he should have some.”

“She’s correct, I just found them,” Garcia says, no doubt through a smile. “I’ll send the footage over and start looking.”

“We should get back to the station and go over those names, see if we can narrow it down at all,” Hotch says. “Hopefully Garcia can get us something from that video.”

+++

Garcia gathers one thing from the video, but it’s not anything to do with facial recognition.

For now, it’s obvious this woman is a strong suspect because she’s the only one seen entering and leaving the house (she walked out right through the front door with her head down) in the window of time that Jonathan was killed. But...

“There’s not a clear shot at all,” Garcia says. “Because they’re… How do I put this? His lips are basically attacking her face and it’s a miracle they made it inside instead of just going at it against the door.”

Morgan snorts out a laugh, Reid (who is working on connecting the nine victims further) goes impossibly red, and Hotch shakes his head.

“Well, we’ve got a physical description now,” Rossi says, trying to see the bright side before Hotch loses it, you’re sure.

“Yeah, but it’s just a young brunette in a dress and heels,” Emily argues. “That’s nowhere near narrow enough.”

“Brown hair is actually the second most common hair color,” Reid supplies. “The most common is black, but they’re usually lumped together in studies. A recent one found that 84% of the world’s population has dark hair. But, of course, women are more likely to color their hair than men—”

“We got it, kid,” Morgan says gently, tapping Reid’s shoulder to get him to slow down.

“So,” you chuckle, “she has dark hair, which are the two most common hair colors.” Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a thought occurs to you. “Wait, can I see the video again?”

Garcia plays it again.

“Pause there,” you point to the woman’s hands. “See how she reaches for his wrist?”

“Where are you going with this?” Morgan asks.

It’s then that it occurs to you just where you’re going with this, and you try to hide your embarrassment.

“You can play it again.” After a few seconds, you get Garcia to pause again. “See? She tries to pin his wrists. She’s dominating. She’s the one in control there. See how his back is against the door, too? He didn’t start that way, she turned them around to get the upper hand.”

“So she’s confident,” Emily ponders.

“In sexual situations, at least,” you add. “Some women who are outwardly shy, but like to dominate in bed. It can be different for everyone.”

“So you’re saying we’re looking for a super quiet, shy woman?”

“Not necessarily. Given that she has had enough confidence to kill these nine men without anyone noticing, I’d be willing to bet she’s pretty confident now. It could be a newfound confidence, or she honestly could have always been this way. A lot of Dominatrixes are pretty confident outside of the bedroom, too. Maybe not in the same way, but they are. Just comes with the territory.”

“A territory you seem to know a lot about,” Morgan teases, poking your shoulder.

You scoff. “You wish.”

But your eyes find Hotch’s and you feel another rush go through you, all the way to your toes. You burn every single time you’re underneath his gaze. Averting your eyes quickly back to the screen, you try to shift in your seat in the least noticeable way.

It’s not like he doesn’t already know. If he seriously doesn’t know or at least have some suspicion, then you might suggest he get a new profession.

Redirecting the attention back to the case, Hotch turns to Sheriff Ansley and says, “We’re ready to give a preliminary profile.”

The team stands to head out to the main area. You and Hotch are the last two left, which you’re sure he did deliberately.

“You should take the lead,” he says, and you swear, your heart falls out of your ass.

“What?” You’ve never taken the lead on a profile in your life. Why would he just spring this on you right now? On this case, of all cases? Seriously?

He doesn’t change his mind. “I trust you to get all of the details right. And we’ll jump in when needed, but I want you to take the lead.”

You’re shaking your head. “Hotch, I haven’t—”

“It’s an order,” he says, voice firm. “Understood?”

“Yes.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Yes what?”

Bastard. He did it again. “Yes sir.”

And your jaw nearly ends up on the floor when he smirks, a quiet, “Good girl,” falling from his lips.

Damn him. Now you’re supposed to give the profile? How bad would it be to let Emily take over so you can jump Hotch in the nearest supply closet?

You never find out how bad it would be because Hotch walks out and thanks the officers for being there, and introduces you, giving you zero time to recover.

“Thank you so much for your patience,” you say first. “The unsub we’re looking for is, in fact, a woman, confirmed by some security footage that was recovered from Jonathan King’s home. She’s a brunette, average height, attractive, and she’s confident. She’s killed nine times and hasn’t been caught yet, so she’s likely to be gaining confidence.”

An officer raises his hand, so you nod to him. “No offense...but your description fits practically every girl in this town -- I guess, besides the killing part.”

“That’s what we figured,” you admit. “Unfortunately, this kind of unsub is the hardest to catch. They don’t stand out at all, they blend right in. It’s partly why they go so long without being caught.”

“But they’re not impossible to catch,” Rossi adds, helping you out with the annoyed officers. “This unsub has already killed twice in a week, which could be a sign that she’s beginning to devolve. When they’re in this state, they are easier to catch because they tend to get reckless and forget things, change patterns, which is what we need.”

“So we need to keep a tight lid on this for now,” JJ says. “The media isn’t going to cover this at all tonight because we need our unsub to believe she’s still getting away with it.”

Another officer pipes up. “If the news isn’t gonna report this, how can we keep people safe?”

It’s a valid question. It’s one that you always get when you decide to not have media coverage.

“Keep an eye out. And don’t take any women home,” Morgan offers.

But that doesn’t seem good enough, because the same officer says, “All due respect, sir, but asking a man not to do that is like asking him not to breathe.”

The amount of laughter and you got that right’s that you hear from the other male officers makes your stomach twist. Morgan’s small laugh makes you want to smack him.

“Well, try to refrain for a while,” you state plainly, bringing the focus back around. “If you can help it.”

Another officer says, “I don’t know if I can…” and clicks his tongue mockingly.

“Well, this unsub targets rapists,” you say loudly, placing emphasis on the word. “So if you aren’t a rapist, consider yourself safe and sound.”

That causes an uncomfortable silence to settle over the room, but you could care less. It should make them uncomfortable. It’s unfair that it’s something women have to just live with. It’s bullshit.

Emily and JJ share a look with you, the only kind women can understand. Makes you want a drink. And it’s not even late afternoon yet.

Rossi helps draw things to a close while Hotch practically stares you down. Not subtle at all. You feel it, and for that reason, you don’t look at him. But he’s hard to ignore.

Especially when he walks over and says, “I need to have a word with you,” and walks past you, giving you no choice but to follow.

Well, you could choose not to follow, but you’re not so sure you want to take your chances there. Not that the thrill of the idea doesn’t get you all excited, but now is not the time or place.

So, with your heart racing and your annoyance showing clearly on your face, you follow your boss to an office at the end of the hall. He’s waiting for you, already inside, and he doesn’t look happy.

What’s new?

He shuts the door behind you, his arms crossing over his chest again.

After a few moments of silence, you raise your eyebrows. “What?”

“Don’t be a brat,” he says sternly, causing your stomach to twist for different reason. “And don’t say what. You know what.”

You shake your head slowly. “I don’t, actually. That’s why I asked.”

He looks ready to absolutely devour you in the worst way possible, yet he doesn’t move. “I understand that after the case in your hometown—”

“God, why does everyone keep bringing that up?” You’re two seconds away from throwing your hands in the air like a child, but you stop yourself after the look he gives you.

“Because it just happened three weeks ago,” he replies, voice even. “And because it took a toll on you. That’s not something to be ashamed of, it’s just a fact.”

“You’ve never been up my ass about cases like this, not until you found out.”

“My knowing has not changed anything,” he says, and you think he might mean it. “And last I checked, this is your first case with a female unsub attacking rapists.”

You could punch him. You really want to punch him. “What’s your point?”

“I need to know that you can be objective,” he says. “I know you relate to our unsub. I know how easy it was for you to put yourself in her shoes. You did it almost immediately. I bet you knew it was a female unsub within the first few seconds of the debriefing.”

He’s right. Dammit. “And?”

“I need you to be on our side of this case.”

“I am!”

“Are you?” He counters. “If you knew who this unsub was, would you turn her in?”

“Are you suggesting—”

“Hypothetically.”

“Yes! For God’s sake, yes, I would turn her in.”

“Are you being honest with me?”

“What is wrong with you today?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “If you have something else to say you might as well say it while we’re alone.”

He doesn’t move. Or say a single word.

So much for that.

“Look,” you uncross your arms, tired of fighting already. It’s exhausting on any normal day, but pair it with jet lag and it being between you and the man you obviously care for, and it’s a million times more exhausting. “Yes, I get where this unsub is coming from. Honestly, if it was legal and if there was a market for a job like what she’s doing, I probably would’ve gone into it instead of the FBI. But there isn’t. Because killing people is illegal. So I decided to go to the FBI to make a bigger difference— a real difference. Yes, I relate to the unsub. I get why she’s doing what she’s doing. But just because I get it doesn’t make it right.”

“Good,” he nods. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “I shouldn’t have even had to say it.”

The room falls silent.

Hotch sees it then, that look in your eyes. During the profile, it was all determination and confidence. When you entered the office, it was bratty and defiant. 

Now, it’s hurt.

That’s all he sees. And frankly, that’s all you’re feeling.

Since he doesn’t say anything else, you take it upon yourself to say, “Excuse me,” and join the team in the conference room with only one question on your mind.

Does he not trust me at all?

Next chapter

[lostscenarios]

Our Little Secret (DK x You)

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request : “Hello!! Do you take req right now? If you do, pleade write mafia au with DK thank youy something fluff angst”

word count : 1,345 words

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“When are you going to tell him?” 

“...I don’t know. I just...haven’t found the right time yet.” You reply as you go mindlessly scroll through your phone.

“Okay but you know you can’t keep it from him forever Y/N, he has to know.” Your best friend says.

Letting out a sigh, you nod your head. “I know, I just...I need some more time.”

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It wasn’t easy dating Lee Seokmin. In fact, nothing about your relationship was easy. As a member of one of the most feared mafias in all of South Korea, your boyfriend, and his friends had a notorious reputation. It was because of his job that more than often your dates took place at your apartment or his apartment. 

However, despite his line of work, Seokmin was a great boyfriend. He treated you like a princess and never allowed you to lift a finger when he was around. Overall, he was the best boyfriend that anyone could have considering the circumstances surrounding your relationship.

You knew Seokmin like the back of your hand. He was willing to do anything for you. And you knew that if the time came, Seokmin would most definitely drop everything to be with you. Even dropping his own brotherhood, the brothers who had saved him from a horrible life on the street (not that being in the mafia wasn’t bad because he did do a lot of dirty work). 

Which is why you were really scared to tell him the secret that you had been hiding for a few weeks. 

“I think she’s cheating on me,” Seokmin said as he burst into the living room of Seventeen’s hideout.

“You what?” Minghao said as he looked at Seokmin like he was crazy.

Running his hand through his hair Seokmin said, “I think Y/N’s cheating on me. Our relationship hasn’t been the same lately, and I’ve noticed that she’s been distancing herself a lot. I’m really scared that she’s been seeing someone else.” 

“Are you stupid?” Mingyu asked as he walked into the room. 

“Don’t call me stupid, this is serious!” Seokmin cried out.

“He’s right, you’re dumb. Did you forget that you happen to be a member of one of the most infamous mafias in all of South Korea? You don’t need to wait to find out whether or not Y/N is cheating on you. You can find out anything with the snap of your fingers.” Minghao said with a sigh of annoyance.

“B-But that would be invading her privacy, and I would never do that to her!” Seokmin wailed in frustration.

Standing up Minghao looked at Seokmin annoyingly, “Not like that you idiot! Bug her phone. She’s always on her phone, isn’t she? Maybe you’ll get some answers to all of these questions if you listen in during one of her conversations.”

“I don’t know guys. I feel bad about this.” Seokmin said as he paced back and forth.

Rolling his eyes Mingyu slapped his knees, “Well I think it’s a great idea.” 

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It’s been a few weeks since your last phone call with your best friend, and you’ve been dying to talk to her again. Due to your conflicting schedules, it’s been really hard for both of you to find time to catch up, and today you were finally going to be able to catch up with each other. However,  there was just one slight problem. 

Seokmin was over at your apartment.

You had been avoiding your boyfriend for a few weeks now, and it was only a few hours ago when he who shall not be named waltzed into your apartment demanding for “bonding time” and “cuddles”. Looking at your boyfriend who was now drifting off to dreamland on the other side of the sofa, you decided that now would be the best time for you and your friend to call each other. If Seokmin planned on staying over (which you were more than confident that he was planning to) then now would be your only chance to talk to her.

Tiptoeing to your bedroom, you quietly closed your bedroom door and called your friend.

Despite how quiet you tried to be as you made your escape to your bedroom, your boyfriend was already one step ahead of you. Opening his eyes, Seokmin stretched his arms and made his way to your bedroom. Putting one ear on the door he listened to your ongoing convo with your best friend.

“So how was your appointment? Are you all good?” Your best friend asked.

Shrugging your arms you replied, “Same old stuff. The doctor just said that I need to continue eating a variety of foods. Other than that, peanut and I are perfectly fine.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t told Seokmin yet Y/N. It’s been weeks and you don’t have much time left until you start showing!” Your friend complained through the phone.

“I know! I know! It’s just...how am I supposed to tell him ‘Hey Seokmin, by the way, I’m carrying your baby-”

“YOUR PREGNANT?” Seokmin screamed as he burst into your bedroom.

Looking at Seokmin in horror you quietly told your friend, “Hey...I’ll call you back later. Something came up.” 

“Seokmin, listen to me. I c-can explain.” 

“You’re pregnant Y/N. How long were you going to keep this from me?” Seokmin looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“I didn’t plan on not telling you! I just never found the time to tell you this. And besides, we both have been so busy that there just wasn’t a time where we could both just sit down and discuss it.” You cried.

“Baby, I-I just. This whole time I thought you were cheating on me, and now I feel so stupid!” Seokmin said as he walked across the room and grabbed your hands. “You’re the most important person in my life, and for the past two weeks, I made myself believe that you were probably cheating on me with someone better. Someone who could take care of you like the way I can’t.”

“First of all, ow. How shallow do you think I am? I would never cheat on you Seokmin. And second of all, I would never leave you for anyone else Seokmin. At the end of the day, you’re the only person that I can see myself with. And if it’s not you, then I don’t want another meaningless relationship.” You said as you looked at Seokmin with all the love in the world.

Slowly placing his hands to the front of your stomach, Seokmin smiled at you, “So how long have you known?”

“Ten weeks.” You winced as you placed your hands on top of his.

“YOU KEPT THIS A SECRET FOR TEN WEEKS?!” Seokmin exclaimed!

Weakly smiling you whispered, “Y-Yes?”

“Huh. Guess I’ll just have to order enough takeout for three people then.” Seokmin said as he gently squeezed your hands.

“W-Wait. You’re not mad at me?” You shyly asked Seokmin. “I just thought that you would be mad considering where you’re at in your career right now. It’s my fault that I forgot to take my pill (pls remember to take your pills everyone, I’m really bad at it and forget to take them) and now we’re having a baby. A baby’s a huge responsibility Seokmin, I don’t think I’m financially or mentally stable enough to care for a child. I don’t know what to do.” 

Looking at you like you were crazy, Seokmin squeezed your hands again, “Why would you think that I would be mad? We’re having a baby. I’ve been wanting to start a family with you for as long as I can remember. And now everything is finally falling into piece. You don’t have to worry about doing this alone Y/N. I’ll be with you every step of the way from now on. Sure I wasn’t expecting it to happen just yet, but we can start the first step of moving in together and work on it from there. It’ll be fine.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” 

[wollymalfoy]

Love can kill

George Weasley x reader

Description: the reader has Hanahaki disease due to George Weasley not liking her because shes a Malfoy.

Warning! Mentions of blood and vomiting!

Writers note: I absolutely adore this! I’m excited for you all to read it! Also I’ve got loads of requests I’ll try and get at least one done this week since I’m also trying to do the next part of Hogwarts is my home...

‘Come on sis’ Draco said as you jumped off the train at Hogsmead station ready for your fourth year. You and your brother sat on a carriage with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and Blaise. Being Draco’s twin meant you was friends with all the same people he was, and you didn’t complain. Behind closed doors these guys were the sweetest people ever. Well, Blaise was still a stuck up git, but nice none the less. As you reached the castle you saw your favourite red head in front, George Weasley. Although you had never spoken to the boy you had a huge crush on him, he was funny, handsome, kind and everything you would want in a guy. The only downside was that he hated you. You, your family and your friends. I mean he had reason to you were bully’s and pure blood supremacists, but it still crushed you knowing it would never work between you both. You wished things were different, you wished you didn’t have to put on this charade of being this pure blood bully, but you had been taught to be like this from a very young age and so was Draco. To be anything other than this was a sin in your household.

You sat at the Slytherin table with your brother and friends during the feast and began to feel an tickly feeling in your throat. You sat and tried to cough but the tickle wouldn’t go away. ‘You okay?’ Your brother questioned. You didn’t say anything you just clutched at your throat it was incredibly uncomfortable. You coughed more to try and relieve the feeling and you felt something in your mouth. You stuck your hand in and pulled out a yellow petal that had splatters of blood in it. You looked at Draco with a terrified look and he returned the look. You then had a feeling that you was about to be sick. You put your hand over your mouth and got up from the seat as fast as you could, Draco following in suit. You was only halfway through the hall when you could no longer hold it. Blood along with many yellow petals like before came pouring out your mouth. You collapsed and began coughing profusely, with Draco rubbing your back. Everyone was watching now, standing on their seats to get a better look. The teachers including Madame Pomfrey came running over to aid you. Your throat began to feel as though it was expanding and you couldn’t breath. You coughed and tried to push whatever this was out, face purple from the lack of air. Finally a flower head popped out. ‘Is that a sunflower?’ Draco was astonished. ‘I think we should take you to the hospital wing dear’ Madame Pomfrey said grabbing your arm to pull you up, with Draco helping.

In the hospital wing you coughed up a few more petals but seemed fine after those. ‘What’s happening to me?’ You asked terrified. All the teachers stood around you and Draco was sat on the bed holding your hand. ‘I think dear, that you have hanahaki disease...’ Professor McGonagall said sadly. ‘What’s that?’ You and Draco said in unison. ‘Its where a victim of one sided love begins to vomit or cough up flowers from a flowering plant in their lung.’ Said Professor snape, ‘to put it plainly, you love someone a lot but they don’t love you back’ Draco looked at you still terrified, ‘So how do we get rid of it.’ ‘Well you can get it removed, but that would make it so she would never feel love again’ said Madame Pomfrey. ‘Or?’ Draco snapped. ‘Or she can wait till the person returns the feeling and it’ll go away’ she stated. ‘What if they don’t return the feelings?’ You asked sadly, knowing that it was impossible for George Weasley to ever love someone like you. ‘If they don’t then the plant will grow so large that breathing will be impossible’ Professor Dumbledore stated sadly. ‘So I’ll suffocate to death?’ You said tears pricking your eyes. ‘No!’ Draco yelled, ‘your gonna have to remove it!’ ‘Draco, you heard what they said, if they remove it I’ll never feel love’ you said sobbing, ‘not even for you, or mum or Dad. I can’t live a life without love.’ ‘But I can’t lose you, Y/N’ Draco now began to sob. You leaned forward and gave him a hug. ‘I know but there’s nothing else we can do’

The next day you woke and walked up to the teachers desk in the front hall where Madame Pomfrey had a potion that would slow down the growth of the plant inside you which you now knew was sunflowers. ‘Good morning’ Draco said sweetly behind you, he had a clipboard and quill in his hands. ‘Good morning, what are you up to’ you said pulling your face at the potion in your hands. ‘Well I though since you can be cured by the person loving you backkkk, I thought I’d make you go on a date with them.’ He said smiling. You took the potion and coughed at the taste it was horrible. ‘So what’s the clipboard for then?’ You asked wiping your mouth on the sleeve. ‘Well you’re not gonna tell me who they are, are you?’ He raised his eyebrows as he said this. You shook your head as you laughed, Draco knew you like the back of his hand. ‘But I think you should, ya know seeing as you could die from being a stubborn bitch’ he mumbled. ‘Hey!’ You laughed. ‘Okay so at least narrow it down for me, what house are they in?’ He said turning to look at the four house tables, ‘and it better not be Potter.’ ‘It’s not Potter don’t worry’ you laughed, ‘I’m not going to force them to love me, so you can save your efforts.’ He looked at you sadly but clearly ignored you, ‘I’m guessing he’s not in Slytherin because most of the guys are ugly and that’s fine, I don’t care what house he’s in or she or them whatever they identify as...’ he went on and you listened sadly. He wasn’t going to let you die slowly, he needed you, you knew that but you didn’t want to force love and maybe forcing it will only make it harder to achieve. You didn’t want the love to be from pitty.

Months went by and you continued to cough up petals every odd day, sometimes even a flower head. Draco hadn’t stopped finding you a guy to go on dates with. He’d come to you in the morning with a random guy from your year and you had to politely decline, he even brought Ron Weasley over one morning, ‘okay this is the worst pick but I’m running out of guys here’ he said with a tight hold on Rons robes. ‘Draco, if it makes you sleep better at night, the guys not in our year’ you smiled softly. ‘Ahhh, into older guys, I see’ he said as he started crossing off names on his clip board.

That night you went to the astronomy tower after a very bad episode of coughing up petals. It had lasted over an hour and you were exhausted after it. You needed some time away from the noise and chaos of the common room. You heard foot steps from behind and grabbed at your wand as you spun around. ‘Woah! I’m not going to hurt you’ it was a Weasley twin, you couldn’t tell which one since it was dark. He moved closer and you recognised which boy it was, George. You’re cheeks flushed red as he came to stand next to you, peering over hogsmead and the Forrest. ‘Do you come up here often?’ He asked and you nodded, you couldn’t speak when he was around. You started coughing and he looked at you with a terrified look. ‘Don’t worry no petals this time’ you laughed and he smiled at you. ‘Hermione told me the details of what you have, it must be terrible’ he looked away as he said this. There was silence for a while until he spoke, ‘so what flower is it?’ He smiled. ‘A sunflower’ you said. ‘I like sunflowers they’re my favourite’ and with that he lay down on the floor. You watched him for a while, not speaking. ‘You’re very quiet when you’re on your own you know’ he said opening his eyes to look over to you. ‘I don’t have to put on a show when I’m on my own’ you said and turned away. As time past you decided to join him on the floor. You both lay side by side until sunrise.

Many nights went by and you would see George at the astronomy tower and would hang out with him. You became comfortable with him very quickly, he was easy to talk to and he never judged you. You could tell him anything and he could do the same with you. One night you began coughing profusely, Petals pouring out of your mouth. George stayed by your side, and rubbed at your back and you puked and choked. ‘I wish I could do something to help you’ he sighed. You looked at him, his eyes sparkled in the moonlight. George quickly looked away. These meetings continued for the rest of the year, you’d watch the stars, play games and by March you two would move the party from the astronomy tower to the kitchens for late night snacks. ‘Do you like pickles?’ You asked him as you took a large one out of a jar from the fridge. ‘I do’ he laughed ‘I don’t I think they’re gross’ you said and then threw the pickle at him. He looked at you shocked then looked to banana that was on the counter in front of him. He thought for a second then threw it at you. ‘So you wanna fight huh?’ You laughed and threw an egg at him but it missed and hit the wall. He picked up another piece of fruit and threw it at you, it hit you on the shoulder. You and George threw food back and forth. Dodging a variety of foods till you said out of breath, ‘fine you win!’ He smiled and walked over to you, he wiped a bit of cream from a pie he threw at you away. You’re stomach exploded from this one touch. You’re cheeks flooded a red colour. You thought you saw his too but it could of been the light.

It was the end of the year which meant the last night you’d see George till next school year. ‘Write to me okay?’ He said looking at you while you both sat on a ledge of the astronomy tower. ‘Of course’ you smiled. ‘I’ll miss our little late night shenanigans’ he laughed. ‘Me too’

You Sat at the table in Malfoy Manor, across from you was your brother Draco. ‘So, I hope you know I haven’t given up with finding your cure’ he looked at you with a sad look. You nodded unable to contain your smile. ‘Wait, I haven’t seen you barf up any petals all summer’ his faced warped from a confused look to a happy one, ‘you did it didn’t you, you got them to love you!’ Your father looked up from his copy of the daily profit, ‘well I guess we’ll see if it’s gone tomorrow, at your check up won’t we’ he said dryly. ‘You gotta tell me who it is’ Draco asked you all night, ‘have you asked them to be yours?’ ‘No Draco I haven’t and I’m not telling you who it is until I know the plants definitely gone’ you said getting irritated.

The next day you went to St Mungo’s for your checkup. Your mother, father and Draco stood beside the bed. You sat there impatiently waiting for the results. A tall wizard entered the room, his wand out. ‘Well we have great news!’ He said happily, ‘it’s gone!’ Your mother and Draco dived to give you a hug, while your father stared at you with a smile. A huge smile, you hadn’t seen since you was young. This is it you thought, George truly loves me!

You spent the whole summer excited to see George again, to tell him about the disease and to tell him you liked him. You had the confidence knowing he liked you back. Draco still asked you every night before you went to sleep who the guy was. Your mother also started on the questioning, and you kept it a secret from both of them. ‘You’re going to have to tell me some day’ she laughed.

The night you arrived at Hogwarts you ran to the astronomy tower as fast as you could after the feast. You waited, pacing around the tower. You heard foot steps and whipped your head around. It was the red headed boy you had been longing to see all summer. He smiled and you ran to him closing him in a warm embrace. ‘Do we hug?’ He said laughing. ‘The disease is gone!’ You said letting him go. ‘That’s great, so who is the lucky guy?’ He said sadly. ‘You’ you muttered. His eyes widened, ‘me? Really!’ You nodded and he picked you up and span you around. ‘I was afraid it was going to be someone else. I like you so much’ he said, ‘but of course you know that’ you both laughed. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you, with passion. You had wanted this moment to happen for so long and now that it has blowed your mind. ‘I’d love it if you became my boyfriend’ you said when you two parted. ‘And I’d love it if you became my girlfriend’ he said then kissed you again. ‘Of course it had to be a Weasley!’ Shouted a voice from the stairs. You looked and there was your brother walking up the stairs shaking his head trying to hold back a smile.

Thanks for reading! :)

[incorrectjourneyshippingquotes]

Guess who's backkkk! It's your favourite author who pulled an all nighter to get this out!

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Satoshi looked at Gou, who had tears forming in his eyes. The sun had risen and was glaring harshly on his bed while Satoshi was searching for an answer.

"I've been trying to ignore it for so long since I met you, but it won't go away! Then you start getting all pissy when I try to get you to talk! I saw all the videos where you risk your life for Pikachu. Hell, Satoshi, I'm terrified about you and you finding out I'm trans-"

Gou stopped, his eyes widened with fear. He had just let out his biggest secret and now Satoshi was going to hate him forever. Gou ran out even though Satoshi frantically called after him.

Satoshi ran past the bedroom door, not caring to change or put on shoes. He really fucked up this time. He looked at Pikachu, who nodded silently, hopping on his trainers shoulder.

Gou ran into the forest, his chest hurt from running and his binder did not make it any easier. He commanded Raboot to not follow him, and surprisingly, the fire rabbit obliged.

"Gou! Please come back!" Satoshi cried out into the forest.

Gou perked his head up at Satoshi's voice. His breath unsteady from previously running.

"We need to fill Xerosic's orders."

Gou heard new voices other than Satoshi's, he frantically hid behind a tree.

"Remember, our orders were to get that Satoshi kid. He and his Greninja were great puppets for Lysandre." 

"I hear he's been working with Sakuragi Labs."

Gou shuddered. No, not Satoshi. Anyone but him. Gou breathed in before coming up with a solution.

Gou presented himself in front of the two grunts. They both were startled in alarm and called their Pokémon out.

"I don't want to fight. I want you to leave Satoshi alone or else." The grunts snickered, turning to each other.

"Really, this little girl wants to fight us?"

"I know! Leipard, get this kid out of our way."

Gou braced for impact but felt nothing, opening his eyes slowly he saw the figure of a Pokémon.

The Pokémon turned to make sure he was okay, Gou nodding accordingly when he saw the Pokémon's concern. Satoshi turned to Pikachu before his vision flashed through someone's eyes and seeing Gou.

"I know where he is." Satoshi stated as he rushed into the forest, hearing the nearby Pokémon's attacks and cries. Satoshi arrived seeing a Greninja protecting Gou.

Gou looked up, wishing Satoshi would stay in place but it was already to late. The boy made his way to the latter.

"Satoshi, don't move!" Gou cried.

The grunts turned their heads and focused on Satoshi.

"That's the one, that's Satoshi! Get him, Liepard!"

Satoshi stood firmly on the ground as he felt Liepards strong claws scratch through him. Gou and Pikachu cried out in alarm.

The unknown Greninja approached Satoshi before bowing down and rolling a Pokéball to his feet. Satoshi stared in awe before half whispering.

"Greninja! You came back-"

"Hey, we're still here for you, Xerosic needs you." Satoshi turned to the two who interrupted him.

"I'm not going back there, you watched and laughed as they used radiation to control me."

Satoshi raised his arm along with Greninja, a spiral of water covered the Pokémon and showed a new form that resembled Satoshi. Gou gasped in surprise while Pikachu made sure he was okay.

"Greninja use Cut!" Satoshi commanded as he moved in sync with Greninja.

Gou watched in awe, though it quickly turned to worry when he saw Satoshi fall to his knees and groan in pain.

"Satoshi!"

Satoshi pulled himself off the dirt, flashing Gou a smile before attacking again.

"Liepard, return!"

"Drapion, go!"

The other grunt called an order to their Pokémon, although it wasn't headed toward Satoshi or Greninja.

Gou watched this beast of a Pokémon claw through his skin, he cried out in pain.

“Greninja, Water Shuriken!”

Gou was able to open his eyes to see Satoshi standing in front of him, battle ready along with Pikachu, Greninja, and his fire starter, Raboot.

“Don’t you fucking touch him.”

Gou slowly lost consciousness as he tried to tell Satoshi he was going to be okay.

“Look, he’s weak. Now would be a perfect time to do it.” The grunts looked at each other before nodding.

“Drapion, Confuse Ray!”

“What about the other boy?”

“He’s too weak, he can’t do anything.”

Gou opened his eyes to see no one surrounding him. He groaned in pain, clutching his side. Then he remembered.

“Satoshi! Raboot! Pikachu! Where are they!” Gou had only one thought on his mind, and he hated that thought.

“What happened to Satoshi?”

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Sorry it’s so short, I spent all night on this and it’s now 8:14 AM and I haven’t slept since yesterday lmao, I’ll try to get chapter four halfway done tonight.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

- Eliza

[rosenpacht]

(jaehyun’s) ESTP as a person😘 pt. 3

DISCLAIMER: This post is in no way trying to describe how Jaehyun is  in  real life, or to tell what his likes and dislikes are. This post indicates on ESTP’s traits, how they think, what they like and  what   they don’t like, what they usually do in general. Although, I might try to  make insinuations here and there, but that’s just it, an insinuation.

Click here to read pt. 1

Click here to read pt. 2

Click here to read my analysis on Jaehyun’s MBTI

Hey, y’all!!! I’m backkkk. As I said in the last post, I’ll be writing about ESTP’s love language. There are a few references on this, and some are different than the others, so I’m just gonna try to pick the ones that probably suit us the most. Without further ado.....

ESTP LOVE LANGUAGE

So, in general there are five love languages:

Acts of Service

Gifts

Words of Affirmation

Quality Time

Physical Touch

I found a couple of sources that state the ESTPs love sign, and there were different versions of it. But I feel like this one is the one that is closest to what I feel ESTP is like

(source: thoughtcatalog.com)

Now, I’m gonna try to explain one by one and try to rank it based on which one I think we would most likely do to the ones that we care.

QUALITY TIME

ESTP, being the ever so present type, we love to do things in action. That being said, spending time with our significant others is always a number one for us. ESTP will take you out to do things with us, it could be as simple as a walk together in a park, or even travelling together. We love to share life experiences with our partner, because we want them to feel the excitement that we feel when we do something. I feel like long distance relationship would be hard for us? I’ve never been in one actually, but I feel like we would always have the need to see each other, or else we would be occupied with the side of the world that we’re currently in, and in turn start to forget about the other side of the world? Because we’re very present, and it’s kinda hard for us to dwell on things that’s not in front of our eyes. Anyways, that’s just my analysis though. Let me know if you’re an ESTP and you’ve been in a long distance relationship.

So, if an ESTP is constantly bugging you to go somewhere with them, just know that you mean something to them. Trust me, we don’t like wasting our time with people we don’t want to hang out with, we’d rather stay home and do something else altogether (lol).

I’d like to share one of my kinda funny experience. So I was interested in this INTJ guy one time. At that time, I was already into MBTI but I was still learning a few things and I absolutely didn’t know what INTJs were like. Turns out, they’re like probably one of the most introverted types. Whereas me, I was like 95% extroverted. So, my kind of date was like going to the movies, shopping at the mall, etc. And I was the one who was always initiating it, like, hey, let’s go out tomorrow. And by the end of the day, I was like, what are you doing tomorrow? Are you free? Let’s catch this movie. And by the SECOND date, he was like, “Don’t you ever get tired? I’m actually tired from just keeping up with you.” HE LITTERALLY SAID THAT. And he literally got sick the next day. I’m not saying that he got sick becasue of me... BUt... maybe, tho? This is like soooooo funny once I read about INTJs, becasue they’re almost like the polar opposite of ESTP. SHOUT OUT TO INTJs OUT THERE! Y’all are intellectuals! (That dude is like a genius and a psychic I swear)

PHYSICAL TOUCH

Contrary to the chart above, I feel like this type comes second to quality time. Touching, for me at least, kinda shows affections. It doesn’t necessarily have to be sexual, just a simple pinching your cheeks, or caressing your hand casually. Those simple things, coming from us, shows that you mean something to us. We are not good with words (again, because FE is our third function), so we refer to touches to convey our feelings.

Sometimes, though, it also means that we enjoy being around you. Like an affirmation that ‘oh, you’re here with me, and I love it’. Even in a platonic relationship, we like to touch. Like a friendly slap on the arm, or like hugs or cuddles. I am widely known for being touchy with my close guy friends. At first, I thought nothing of it, because I just love kidding around with them and would sometimes like poke here and there, and would hug or cuddle out of nowhere. UNTIL, one day I found out that their girlfriends actually despised me because they thought I was flirty and being... cheap(?). Anyways, I just laughed it off because, come on, that’s just who I am, it’s not like I sleep around with their boyfriends or something.

ACTS OF SERVICE

We don’t do things for people just for the sake of it, or to please other people. If anything, we hate being told what to do. ESTPs are free spirited people, and we don’t like being obligated to do something. And we’re very efficient and practical people. So we don’t do a lot of things for other people.

Don’t get me wrong, though, we’re not ignorant. We just always have to have this reasoning behind everything that we do. Like, why would I go through so much effort just to do this to this person. I mean, they would probably still survive without even my help. But, of course, if you ask for our help, we WILL help you. We’re just not gonna help you out of the blue. You gotta ask for it.

BUT when it comes to someone we truly care, we will know if you need our help. We will spot where you lack on something, or where you’re having a hard time, why you’re going through it. And we will have this feeling inside us like we want to help you overcome your hardships. Because, even though it’s our third function, the EXTROVERTED FEELING function of us is still there, lingering in the back of our mind. And I guess it’s being triggered when we see someone we love or care is in a hard time.

So, when an ESTP is suddenly giving you help without you even asking it, it means that they care about you, and that they’re thinking about you.

Now, in Jaehyun’s instance, I can see why people mistook him for an ENFJ (I finally see some light in this matter). In some cases, the members say that Jaehyun helped them get through things, like I believe Jungwoo said something about this? And someone in the Dream too said that Jaehyun was a reliable hyung. And it’s actually very visible with Winwin. Like, we can all see, at the beginning period of Winwin joining NCT, Jaehyun always put him under his wing. You can see it in NCT LIFE where they had a cooking competition, and the one where they went to Paju(?), like he was always helping him, and keeping him company, more so than the other members. I think it’s because he was finally having a friend (same aged friend)? Like he realizes that Winwin is having a hard time, and it’s his friend, so he wants him to do better. This thing is mentioned by other members because it’s probably memorable to them, but I feel like it’s actually not something that Jaehyun would do out of nilly-willy. He does that because he cares about those members alot. And that’s why people mistook him as an ENFJ (which is an FE dominant).

GIFTS

This one is related to my last post.

I feel like ESTPs don’t like doing things that aren’t practical(?), because we’re very practical. So, putting efforts into something that we don’t think is worth it, or is getting us to what we want to achieve, is a waste of our time. That’s why, I’d like to think that ESTPs are very efficient. So, to us, buying things for other people just for the sake of it is inefficient.

For example, if you read my last post about the graduation, while my other friend will buy tons of gifts for her friends out of.... I don’t know, obligations perhaps? Or just simply for the sake of being kind? Us ESTPs, we’re gonna have this thought inside our head like, why should I buy them gifts? I mean, yes, we’re friends, but we barely talk to each other. If I buy them gift, then does that mean I have to buy others gifts too? That’s too inconvenient.

So when we do buy something for other people, it means that we’re thinking of them. That they’re in the back of our mind. It’s not necessarily in a romantic way. For instance, I am somehow known for being insensitive becasue I barely even gifted my friends on their birthday. And one day, I was doing internship at this hospital, and it was on a huge religious holiday where we would usually spend time at home with our family, but we were here at this hospital tending to emergency patients. At that time, my friend, who was an ISFJ btw, the most big soft hearted person I’ve ever known, she was soooo sad that she was stuck at the hospital and she cried, saying like ‘i should be at home at this time with my family’. And I understood where she came from, and I actually felt her sadness. And to add to that, when we ordered some Mcdonalds and she ordered a mcflurry, we couldn’t eat it immediately because the emergency room was packed with patients, and the ice cream ended up turning into milk and she never ate it. That kinda added to her sadness, in my head. So what did I do? I actually went to the convenience store and I bought her an Oreo ice cream. And she was SHOOKETH that she tweeted it. Because never in her life had she’d seen me buying something for anyone. Lol. Anyways, that’s just an example to give you guys some image of how ESTPs feel.

And I feel like, if you receive this treatment, if you’re at this stage, it’s like you are legit in our inner circle. In our heart. No doubt. And this doesn’t come often, mind you. Like the chance of it happening is only 15%. Lol.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

Now this, is definitely the last. This is, to me at least, is the hardest thing to do ever. I don’t know if it’s because of our FE tertiary function? Or is it just the way I was raised in? I don’t know.....

But I do know that ESTPs feel uncomfortable in emotional situations. We avoid it. It’s not that we’re heartless, we just feel awkward. Like we don’t know what to say. Don’t know how to convey things in words. This is actually one of the reasons why I like writing, because it’s easier than to have to say it out loud.

Like, when one of my family member passed, I never spoke a word about it, not even to my mom. But I actually wrote a blog about it, like a really long one.

Some even say that ESTPs hate emotional confrontation. And it’s mainly because of our FE tertiary function. We feel awkward having to deal with situations using this function. We can go through it, but we just prefer not to, you know? But a debate? It’s a whole different story. I’ll talk about this particular trait in the next post. It kinda explains why ESTPs have a strong personality.

Anyways, back to the love language. So, yeah, it’s hard for us to say like ‘I love you’, or like ‘you’re so amazing’, or ‘I really admire your blabla’. I feel like it’s too... I don’t know... cringy? And it’s like, again, we have to put so much effort in order to be brave enough to say those words to the people that we cherish. And when we DO say it, it means that you’re important enough for us to put effort in being brave and say it.

But, don’t get too excited already. We usually don’t really say it directly in your face. lol. For me, I’ve actually conveyed my feelings to a dear friend, like how I was so proud of her etc., through a twitter and instagram post. hehe. I don’t know, I just can’t find the need to say it in her face, like it’s too cheesy. But a post is I feel like even more special becasue other people get to see it? I don’t know.

I’m rating this the last becasue the probability of it happening is like probably only 5%? So if an ESTP is making a post or saying words of affirmation to you, you are THAT special to them.

FINAL RANK

Now, as a final, here’s my personal rank

QUALITY TIME 30%

PHYSICAL TOUCH 25%

ACTS OF SERVICE 25%

GIFTS 15%

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION 5%

SO, THAT’S OUR LOVE LANGUAGE. Mind you, I’m not an expert on this, so this is like my unreliable analysis, and very very based on my personal experience. Lol. I still have a few things to say though, so, probs 1 or 2 more post?

Do you guys want me to do other member’s personality analysis? I know Haechan’s an ENFP, and I have a couple of ENFP friends. Hmmm, I’m currently trying to guess Johnny’s MBTI, becasue I see some similarity between him and my ENTJ friend. And the way that he vibe with Jaehyun is similar with me and my friend. I’m not sure though. I’m also interested in Doyoung’s. And Yuta’s actully. I read that Doyoung actually mentioned his MBTI on Vlive? But I forgot what it was. And I’ve been trying to find it becasue I kinda want to do an anlysis on him, but couldn’t.

What do you guys think? Do you want me to do an anlysis on other member? Lemme know!! Cheers!

  To be continued...

[burnedmytongue]

when my heart felt volcanic: can we dance

chapter two’s song is can we dance by the vamps which takes me backkkk. here’s part one if u haven’t read that. i have a spotify playlist also that includes the chapter songs and also a bunch of songs that make me think of calum. my spotify name is dumbteenluke and the playlist is called songs for calum if u wanna check it out. this story is also on wattpad and i have a few more chapters up on there if you want to read ahead, my user is blurryphace. okay hope u enjoy smoochie <3

in which calum is stirs up her bad desires and she is burning him up

word count: 1231

isabella was just a little bit drunk. so was everyone else in their group, but isabella was the only one underage. this was one of those times she missed home. she didn't miss it for too long, however, because maddie was handing her another drink and taylor was pulling her on the dance floor.

truth be told, this wasn't the first time isabella had been drunk by one p.m. but, she did have a show to attend later that night. her brother's show. her mother had left after they finished their meal, telling ashton to not let izzy drink too much before she had the chance to capture their show that night with her camera. speaking of ashton, where was he? she had been so caught up trying not to spill her vodka soda on taylor while she was dancing on him that she had forgotten the boys were there with them celebrating their graduation. she looked around the room and saw the boys sitting in a leather booth, the table littered with empty glasses.

more importantly, she saw calum, who was staring daggers through her. he had been in a weird mood ever since she had introduced the boys to her two best friends. isabella really wanted them to like each other, but that was the least of her worries right now as calum burned holes in her skin with his harsh gaze. she excused herself from taylor when ashton motioned her to come to the table.

"i have one more thing to give you izzy," ashton smiled as she approached the table.

"ash, really you don't have to. I'm just glad you guys are here," isabella said, sitting down in between ashton and luke. luke threw an arm around her and kissed her forehead. "this one is from all of us," he added.

ashton handed isabella a small black box. she looked around at them for any hint as to what it could be. she carefully opened the lid. inside was a key.

"what is this, ash?" she asked. all four boys were smiling from ear to ear.

"well, seeing as you can't exactly stay in your dorm anymore, and since mum is flying back to sydney tomorrow, we thought you might need somewhere to stay."

"yeah i don't know how i feel about sleeping on the streets. i'm not opposed to it, but i'd like to explore my options first." she said slowly, not fully understanding what this key unlocked.

"so.. they boys and i thought it would be fun i-" ashton stated before he was interrupted by luke.

"if you came and lived with us." luke finished.

"wait seriously? you want me to live with you? in your house? me?" izzy clarified. "yes little one, would you like to say it one more time," calum smirked.

"if i wasn't so drunk right now, i would be screaming," isabella said, smiling. she saw the worried look on ashton's face at the mention of her intoxicated state. "this is going to be so much fun. we can have movie nights and throw party's and bake cookies!"

"not exactly what we're used to but i guess we could use a little change every now and then." michael said, grinning.

"yes bitches! i have officially ascended to fifth member status. your name can finally fucking make sense!" izzy slurred. "now, who wants to dance?" calum grinned up at her from his spot in the booth.

"let's fucking dance."

*************

isabella danced for another hour before going back to her dorm to take a nap and get ready for the show that night. she had to be moved out by the next day, so she packed while letting her hair air dry. after she had gotten all her clothes in boxes, she finished blow drying her hair and applied her makeup. she called maddie and taylor to come to her dorm so they could help her with her outfit.

they ended up fucking around as usual and were running a bit late. isabella wore a pair of blue-green plaid pants with a silver chain, a black guns n roses shirt, and black docs. she was really excited to see her brother's band live for the first time since they played at her prom in high school. she smiled to herself at the memory of the four boys in their too-big suits and flat ironed hair.

maddie leaned back from the front seat and looked at izzy. "are you excited to see the boys?" she questioned.

"of course. i haven't seen them perform in ages." she replied to the blonde girl, who was peering at her over her oversize sunglasses.

"i bet calum is excited to see you." maddie smirked.

isabella's eyes widened. she thought back to the curly headed boys angry mood early before responding, "doubt it."

"shut the fuck up. did you see the way he was looking at you when you were dancing today?" maddie said.

"yeah, like he hated me." isabella grumbled, remembering the way he glared at her. she had honestly been thinking about it all day. but she also couldn't quite seem to let go the pet name calum had called her. "little girl." what was that supposed to mean? isabella didn't know, but it sure made her stomach flip. god, calum was fucking confusing.

"not you, taylor."

"what?" izzy asked.

"fucking forget it, no one ever listens to me." maddie grumbled and turned around as izzy giggled.

as the lights of los angelos passed by the window of the car, isabella couldn't help but think back to the key she was gifted earlier that day. she had woken up from her nap thinking it was a dream, but alas, the black box was sat atop her night stand. as they pulled into the venue, she could feel her nerves start to build up. she hadn't actually been in the right mind to process what living with the boys would entail, but now that she had sobered up, she was nervous.

and seeing the boy with the curly brown hair standing at the entrance didn't do anything to calm her nerves. isabella couldn't remember a time when her stomach didn't do flips around calum. the first time he had come over to their house, she ran to her room and hid there until he left. and while she was much more comfortable around him now, there was still a thick fog of desire that overcame isabella when ever he came into the room.

"hey guys." calum greeted them. "bella!" he exclaimed before jogging over to her and picking her up.

"calum! put me down, you're going to drop me!" she squealed. he looked her in the eyes and brought her face down level with his. he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "now why would i drop you, baby?" before kissing her cheek. isabella shuttered and calum placed her on the ground before taking her hand.

"come on, i'll show you guys to the dressing room." calum said.

isabella knew calum didn't like her the way she liked him. she knew he saw her as a little sister. nothing more. his constant mood swings were giving her whiplash, and she was sure he was plenty occupied with the girls he met on the road.

yet her hand was on fire from his own wrapped around hers.

[sithlordintraining]

Knight of the Night (Modern Superhero/Vigilante Au!Matt)

A/N: KotN IS BACKKKK!!!! Hopefully I upload Sugar this week as well lol.

Summary: Matt Organa-Solo, a 21-year old psychology student at Academia: University of First Order. He was the only child of Senator Leia Organa-Solo and Retired Chief of Police Han Organa-Solo. It was a problematic community, but not as terrible as some other towns and colleges. But somehow, he always found himself always somehow saving someone, literally. After a crazy night, will Matt dare venture to become the hero this place needs?

Knight of the Night Collection

Vol. #3- Partners in Crime

It has been a few weeks, but it had been an unspoken agreement that the four college students would become an inseparable group that was always hanging out. Even if, the reasons weren’t exactly specified. But it was rush week and the group ran from party to party almost every night. The partner system was implicated by Phasma, which was then split to Co-ed by Hux; which is how Matt became closer to you. He didn’t know if he should thank Hux or kick him out the door. But it was clear that it wasn’t the latter as you seemed to want a friendship with him. It surprised him the first time Hux shared this idea when you snaked your arms around his.He clumsily followed you wherever and whenever at every party. Matt began to doubt that you’d really were in it for the friendship, but rather the drinks as you were only 20 years old and some of the party’s had employed real bartenders. Regardless of the fact that the two didn’t have the same classes or dormed near each other, Matt only saw you at these type of events and your conversations deemed from ridiculously hilarious to passionate madness as the alcoholic concoction wet your lips.

“I’m not going.” Matt slide down on the couch. “Yes, you are. Stop whining and get dressed!” Hux accent clipped as he ran between his bedroom and the bathroom. “I’m not going Hux. I don’t even like parties!” Matt’s brown eyes were steady on the television watching the commercials rolled by. The sound of Hux’s shoes tapped against the floor as he rounded the couch. “You don’t have to like parties.” He stood in front of the TV. “You like Y/N, therefore you will go.” Hux threw a shirt at Matt, who flinched. Matt felt the blood rush to his cheeks at the mention of her name. He wouldn’t even try to fight Hux about it, his actions showed it all. “She doesn’t even like me.” Matt got up and shuffled to his room. Hux rolled his eyes and followed the tall blond. “You don’t even know that. If you would talk to her-” “I do, but it’s always at these stupid things and she’s drunk.” Matt cut him off. Hux let out a huff. Matt could tell that the wheels were turning in his roommate's head. Blue eyes glanced at him and then to the door. “Fine, I’ll just cancel the whole thing.” He started walking towards his room. “Hux.” He groaned annoyed that he was trying to guilt trip him into going. Hux appeared scrolling through his phone. “If you aren’t going, then Y/N won’t and Phasma wants to show Y/N university life and then Phasma won’t go and I’d just end up being a lone creep.” Matt gritted his teeth before walking towards his room. “Fine. I’ll go.”

Matt and Hux moved through the crowd of people in this streets. It was possibly the biggest party of the week. One of the fraternities decided to rent out a place between town and campus to withhold everyone that would be coming. Matt was behind Hux and his quick footsteps but was able to see Phasma come into view. Phasma’s short blonde hair spiked up accentuating her embellished black bodycon dress. “Where’s Y/N?” Hux inquired as he could see his roommate get annoyed at the missing girl. Phasma was taken aback that he didn’t acknowledge her first. “I’m hoping this is for the sake of Matt. She’s over there.” All three pair of eyes trailed to the girl in the black leather jacket, velvet pants, and heeled boots. Matt's eyes looked over her body, blushing when they landed on her butt. He glanced up to her swinging ponytail and noticed that her curls had been replaced by sleek straight sheen. His teeth pulled his bottom lip inward, unsure if he liked that change. Matt also noticed the man that you were in a conversation with Joe Clarkson. He was an athlete, well more like star baseball player with slightly above-average grades. He was popular with the ladies and of course, you would fall under his spell too. He was maybe an inch or two, shorter than Matt, same built just more defined with all the practice, his caramel skin tone only enhanced it even more. Not to mention he had dark green eyes made him even more of UFO’s hottest student of all time.

Matt gritted his teeth and turned his back to you. “Hey, guys!” Your cheery voiced caused him to turn to face you. Cursing himself for the first thing he looked at was your boobs. Your arms were open as you went to hug him. He stiffened as you drew closer. Hux sneaked his hand to his roommate’s back, pushing him forward. Clumsily, he stumbled, his hands brushed pass your bottom as he wrapped himself around you. “Woah, are you okay?!” Your eyes widened. “Alright Matt, stop feeling up my roommate and let’s get inside.” Slowly unwrapping his arms off of you, the blush grew into a deeper hue on his cheeks. The group moved toward the mansion’s entrance where a rather large security guard stood to inspect ID’s. “Shit Phasma, what if my fake doesn’t go through?” You whispered. “Relax, you’re hot. You’ll get in.” Matt overheard and tightened his fist. He didn’t want anyone looking at you like that, but at the same time, he hoped you wouldn’t get in. Apart from it was because then you wouldn’t be dependent on him. Hux and Phasma passed the inspection, Matt stepped up only to have the bouncer’s large palm to be placed in front of him. “No!” Was all the man said. “I-I didn’t even give you my ID?” He exclaimed. “You aren’t in dress code; it’s an all-black attire.” The bouncer told him. Matt’s brown eyes snapped to Hux. “Hux, what the fuck?” “I gave you that black shirt, but you wanted to wear something to your liking.” Hux rolled his eyes. Matt huffed moving out of the line. You just stood there watching Matt’s sullen attitude. Hux motioned for you to come on. “It’s ok, I think I’ll just stay with Matt. He is my partner.” You stepped back. “Nonsense!” Phasma stepped forward dragging you to the bouncer. Digging in your jacket, she pulled out the card. “Here.” The bouncer looked it over and then at you. “It’s a fake, No.” Was all you said. Phasma’s mouth dropped, but you sent him a small thankful smile. “But, she’s hot!” Phasma whined. “And underage.” Phasma was getting heated, and everyone knew that. “Phasma, Phasma.” You grabbed onto her shoulders. “It’s ok. You and Hux have fun. Matt and I will pick you up and I’ll sing all the Spice Girls songs you want, ok?” Phasma gave you a wide smile at your proposal. She hugged you and then ran off with Hux.Matt watched as you stepped off the line and turned to smile at him. He took a deep breath. It was going to be a long night.

Matt had suggested a diner that was nearby, as he knew the town better than you. So the two of you sit in a booth hiding from each other behind the laminated menus. Every once in awhile, he would look over the top of the menu studying how you seemed to get every hair to lay down in your ponytail and the highlighter you used accentuating your features. Especially, your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes, that were already bright. A waitress was over removing the only source of shielding the two had. Your eyes peered into his as he held his breath under your raze. “I-I like your jacket.” He said. “Thank you!” You smiled. Opening the jacket, Matt looked at your perky breast once more. “Uh, it’s nice, like a nice one. It’s hard to find unless you spend a lot.” He fixed the rims of his glasses. “Yeah, I think I spent my first months' paycheck on this bad boy.” He watched as your lips twitched into a smile at the memory. “What do you do?” He asked, hoping he didn’t overstep his boundaries. “Professional ballet dancer with the Coruscant Premier Ballet. Well did, that’s what I did.” A forced smile fell on your lips before you took a sip of your drink. Your body language made him very suspicious of the way you tried to play it off. “Why’d you stop?” He leaned forward. Matt watched as you wet your lips before glancing at him. You were uncomfortable with his question, he could tell the way you looked around for the strength to talk to him. “You-you don’t have to do this.” He whispered as his large hand fell atop of yours.

“No,” You sent him another forced smile, “They say it’s good to talk about it. Good to accept it.” You took a deep breath. “I was the lead apprentice when I turned 15, only dancing in a few shows but all the full-lengths. Around 17, I joined the company as a corps member. I did solo roles, but didn’t get promoted until a few months before my 18th birthday.” You nodded. Matt noticed how your hand now wrapped around him tightly. “Shortly after, I was involved in a car accident. Me and a few other members.” His brows furrowed, he remembered hearing his father talk about it, how catastrophic it was. Everyone had survived, except for one, a young girl had died. But as he tried to think about the details in the story, all surviving members were male. No, this couldn’t be. “But-but, they said you died!” He gasped. “I did.” You nodded. “But I guess someone decided it wasn’t my time. But other problems were left for me; I was in a coma for at least a month and I underwent numerous surgeries on my back, which led me to end my dance career. Hell, they didn’t even think I would be able to walk again!” The waitress set your platters down and the pair was forced to unlock hands. They thanked the waitress before, he turned himself back to you. “Bu-but you did, because you’re a fighter.” The brown eyes set before you was mixed with pride and admiration as he spoke. It only made you wanted to hide from him even more.

You shook your head. “Uh-uh.” You began to put salt on your fries. “What?!” His voice cracked making you laugh. “Y/N, do not tell me you aren’t a fighter! You died and came back as a hot zombie, you walked when they told you not too, and you’re the top debater nationally! You understand that you are, right?” Gleaming (y/e/c) eyes set upon all the features of Matt’s now blushing face. “Yes Matt, I understand that I’m debating hot zombie.” A laugh exploded from the large blond in front of you. “No!” He shook his head and chuckled. “No, you hot zombie! Once a fighter, always a fighter.” He said locking his brown eyes with yours. Leaning on your elbows you leaned forward, which just pushed your boobs forward. “Shit.” He squirmed under your stare. “If I’m such a fighter, why can’t I fight the fear to talk to you?” Matt choked on his spit; this confession was a lot to take in. “What?” He shook his head in disbelief. “What? I mean Phasma and Hux are intimidating, but you, you’re intimidating and have such a superior vibe about you. I mean they told me you aren’t, but I get so nervous around you. I hear how you’re so smart and you can basically read people, so I kinda get drunk to loosen up.” Matt sat there stunned that someone like you would even be remotely into him.

Matt went to say something, but the voice behind him caught his attention. “Well, at least I know you can swallow.” It was a disgusting remark made by the man behind him. Looking into the window, he saw a horrified girl sitting across from the man. “Relax, I was going to find out tonight anyway.” He chuckled it off. “Are you okay?” Your worried voice cut him out of his daze. “Y-yeah.” He said and continued to eat. The comments continued as the minutes crept on. You watched as Matt’s knuckles turned white around the silver fork, every time the guy behind him laughed. “Are-are you okay?” You whispered. “This douche is harassing his date.” He told you and you peered over his broad shoulders. “Did he say her name or anything?” Your brows furrowed, looking at the mishap date behind him. “Yeah, her name is Leslie.” He whispered. Before he knew it you were moving out of the booth. “LESLIE! IS THAT YOU?!” A wide smile was plastered on your face. Matt turned his body to watch you. The girl looked at you with strangeness. “Leslie, why didn’t you tell me you were in the neighborhood?” “I-I” She stuttered out. “Who are you?” The date spat. Before you could speak, Matt stepped in. “Wendy! Wendy is Leslie’s friend from high school, as am I, Aaron.” He jumped up to your side. Both men stared each other down. “You’re still coming to my house after this, right?” It didn’t take long for the girl to understand what you were getting at. “Yeah, yeah. Yes, Grace, I’m still coming over.” “Grace?” The guy looked at his date, who shrieked in fear. “Yes, Wendy Grace. There’s another Wendy if you must know. Who is he a cop?” You joked. Matt was impressed at how you handled this situation. “Well, good!” You smiled sitting next to the girl. “We’ll stay and take you home!” Matt slid next to the guy. It was going to be a long night.

After 45 minutes the guy left and they stayed an extra 15 to ensure he was fully gone. Matt closed the door to the cab and watched it drive off. He turned back to you. A lazy smile hung on his pink lips as he made his way towards you. A blushing smile fell on your face, as you looked down. He bit down on his lip at the girl in front of him. “A fighter and a hero.” He chuckled. You squinted up at the guy. “And a zombie, don’t forget about that.” You lightly pushed him. “Hey, you never know. I might be that new hero that’s been saving the town these past weeks.” You started to walk off.  Matt followed behind you with a smile. Tonight was the first night he wasn’t thinking or saving someone. He ran and caught up with you. “I guess you are, my little knight in shining armor.” His pale fingers brushed against the highlight on your cheek. You smiled moving closer to him. It took the two less than 20 minutes before making to the entrance of the mansion. Hux stood there holding a drunk laughing Phasma steady. “Where were you guys?.” Hux scoffed at his roommate. Matt just shrugged as he held your hand. “We were fighting crime.” You looked up at him and smiled. Hux just rolled his eyes as everyone hopped in the Uber.

P.S.: I feel like this was shitty, but I needed to bring this back for the sake of Matt and @btw-imalex . Who I love and is super thankful for creating artwork for this series!!

[youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat]

Bed sharing, fake dating, secret dating, amnesia, arraigned marriage, and they were roommates. Trope ask!

AHHHHHHH, okay!

bed sharing

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

The whole build up of, “no there’s no reason to sleep on the floor/couch/armchair, we’re adults we can handle sharing a bed” (you fucking liars), and then the awareness when they’re finally in there together, just sittin in the dark trying to ignore how horny they are for the person laying less than a foot away from them, la di da.

AND THEN WHOOPS THEY WAKE UP SPOONING OH NO HOW DID THAT HAPPEN

One of the first grown up romance novels I read (it was a Meg Cabot one) had a bed sharing incident that was also enemies to lovers and had a pretty funny morning after scene.

fake dating

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Pairs great with bed sharing! Feel the yearn!!

Ahhh when they’ve both always pined for each other and it’s all bittersweet, and they’re sincere in all their actions/words but they just pretend it’s part of the act ahhh

It’s got all the couple-y fluff but also tension! It’s having your cake and eating it too!

Or when it’s just a full on shennanigan and they’ve gotta quiz each other on all these facts about themselves and how to charm their friends/family, and there’s hijinks and teamwork, but then somewhere along the way it stops being fake?

And then the GUESS WE HAVE KISS NOW, WE HAVE TO, OH WELL of it all

secret dating

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Hell yeah, gimme that Monica and Chandler shit, yuss.

Making excuses to sneak off and make out, being teased by their friends abt who their secret date is right in front of said secret date. Maybe I have a voyeurism thing, cause stealing a kiss or a grope in almost plain view of all the people who don’t know they’re dating.

And the shock of everyone when they find out? Or maybe they’re all “Oh, that was supposed to be a secret?”

amnesia

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I haven’t read a lot of amnesia fic. I think it depends on the circumstances, like someone actually getting a head injury and forgetting that they’re married, like a The Vow or Chuck situation (I haven’t seen either of those things, but that’s what happens in them, right?) doesn’t really appeal to me for some reason. Pretty sure there was a story arc in Lois and Clark like that which I loathed. But maybe it was just that within a show, it kinda felt like filler that was needlessly angsty? Idk.

HOWEVER, I’ve definitely read a few Hook and Emma fics where one or both of them have been cursed to forget each other and the angst was just *mwah* (that was me kissing my finger tips).

arranged marriage

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

So I started to give that one a “Yes,” but I changed my mind the more I thought about it.

It’s a subtle one! It goes really differently depending on the characters, but seeing how they react to it is what makes it interesting. Are they really resistant (ahh Still Star Crossed, we hardly knew ye)? Is one of them totally accepting of their fate, much to the other’s confusion? Yo, what if one has always been in love with the other, but obviously they don’t want it to happen this way, ahhhh.

And once they’re married, there’s all the underestimating each other, or maybe even the bargaining of “well it’s just a legal arrangement, we can still live our lives separately,” and again the reaction to that changes depending on their relationship before the marriage. Are they both pining for each other? Do they totally mean what they say in the moment but change their minds the more they get to know each other?

And like fake dating, there’s tons of opportunity for bonding through teamwork, which is weirdly my favorite thing. Not the sexiest, but there it is. Actually, no, you know what, teamwork can totally be sexy.

I’ve read a lot of historical romance that uses this trope and the best that comes to mind is Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas. It’s technically a marriage of convenience, but the couple do not think much of each other pre-wedding, are disturbingly hot for each other post-wedding night, and then gradually come to like and trust each other over time. Good stuff.

Ooh, good contemporary romance with a marriage of convenience (sorta fake dating-y as well): The Cinderella Deal by Jennifer Crusie

and they were roommates

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I kinda feel like I could never write this trope myself because whenever I’ve read it, it’s always a longggggg slow burn with loads of excellent pining and tension and maybe a drunken make out that only one of them remembers and agonizes over, and all the “oh nooooooo, they couldn’t possibly like me backkkk”

Bonus points when all their friends can see that they’re perfect for each other, or if it’s even obvious to their terrible choice of dates.

Extra bonus points when they’re blind to the ridiculous shared sexual tension in all the mundane physical closeness that comes out of living together. Falling asleep on the couch together, running into each other in the bathroom, finding each other’s underwear in their laundry.

And obviously, the sex marathon in every room of the place when they finally get together.

A+

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[bigearedboy]

NO. FUCK THAT. IF I WOULDVE LEFT YOU BECAUSE "you need to heal" BULLSHIT THEN YOU WOULDVE BEEN ON TRASH. I FUCKING STAYED. IM FUCKING COMMITTED AND YOU LEFT ME. LIKE I GAVE YOU MY WHOLE FUCKING HEART AND YOU THREW IT AWAY AFTER ARGUING WITH ME. AFTER ME TRYING AND TRYING AND EVEN AFTER ALL MY ANGER I STILL CAME BACK TO YOUR FUCKING ASS. I LOVED YOU LIKE A QUEEN. I LOVED YOU... DOESNT THAT MEAN SHIT TO YOU? DOESNT THAT SHOW YOU THAT I DONT WANT IT TO END FROM A FUCKING TEXT? NO FUCK THAT. SELFISH AND LAZY. UNINSPIRING. NIGGA I WANTED TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT THATS IT. I WANTED US TO BE FUCKING HAPPY AND YOU GAVE UP ON US. I DIDNT, YOU DID. THATS WEAK. THATS DEAD. BECAUSE IM NOT THE NIGGA THAT LOST SIGHT AFTER TWO FUCKING YEARS. IM NOT THE NIGGA WHO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF MY SPOUSE, ARGUED WITH THEM THE LAST THREE TIMES WE HUNG OUT, AND BROKE UP WITH THEM. I DIDNT DO THAT. I KEPT FIGHTING. AND YOU LEFT ME? WHY. HHAHAHAH YOU JUST WANT SOMEONE ELSE. YOU JUST WAITED TO FIND A REASON THAT DIDNT MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE. THATS WHY WHEN I SAID "oh like technically no one needs anybody," YOU WERE LIKE OHHHHH BET NOW I CAN LEAVE. IM FUCKING SICK LIYAH. YOU REALLY LEFT ME FOR GOOD? LIKE I LEFT YOU ONCE AND CAME BACKKKK BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. I ACTUALLY FUCKING COMMITTED MYSELF TO SOME ONE WHO LEFT ME IN THE DIRT LIKE IT WAS NOTHING. YOU THINK ABOUT ME EVERYDAY? I CRY ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY. I HOLD BACK TEARS IN FRONT OF STRANGERS BECAUSE THEY DONT KNOW WHAT IT FEELS TO HAVE SOMEONE MAKE YOU FEEL LOVED LIKE NOTHING BEFORE. THATS SO FUCKING EGOTISITIC. TO JUST GIVE UP ON US BECAUSE OF YOUR PAIN. NIGGA WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GONNA COME FROM THAT? FUCK. NO IM SERIOUS LIKE THIS IS THE ROOT OF MY FUCKING PROBLEMS, TONY FEELS LOVED AND WHOLE BY OTHERS, AND THEN THEY REALIZE HES NOT SHIT AND LEAVE HIM AND LIVE A HAPPY LIFE WITHOUT HIM. FINE. GOODBYE LIYAH. HAVE FUN WITH THEM OTHER NIGGAS AND HAVE FUN BEING HAPPIER I GUESS SINCE THATS WHATS GONNA HAPPEN WITHOUT TOTOE IN YOUR LIFE. FUCK IT. FUCK IT BRO WHY DO I CLING ON TO SOMETHING THAT HURTS ME THE MOST? OH BECAUSE ITS A REAL FUCKING LOVE I HAVE. LIKE BIBIBOP AT EASTON? SMOKING BLUNTS AND CUDDLING? WATCHING THE STARS ON THE HILL? DANCING IN THE CAR TOGETHER? JUST FUCK ALL THAT RIGHT? HAHAHAHA IM SO FOOLISH FOR BELIEVING YOUR LIES WHEN YOU SAID YOUD NEVER LEAVE. WHEN YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO CREATE A LIFE TOGETHER WTH CHILDREN. YOU WERENT COMMITTED CLEARY AND YOU BROKE MY HEART WITH YOUR EMPTY ASS PROMISES. FINE. YOU WERE THE FIRST AND ONLY LOVER