#also if yall see this pls tell me if found heaven is more of a mike song or a will song i need it for uh. educational purposes

[apocalyptic-byler]

rip mike wheeler and will byers you wouldve loved found heaven

[halloweenhoneylover]

the star puzzle

summary: based on 5x13 (bc long hair reid rights) in which emily tells a funny little story and spencer is the sweetest know-it-all :’) (spencer x fem!reader)

word count: 1.7k

author’s note: i haven’t written for fun in the hottest second and im embarrassed so pls don’t roast!!! also trying my hand at romance is scary ahahaha how do yall do this

Emily’s nose wrinkled slightly.

Damn puzzle.

She fidgeted with two wooden pieces, and the sounds of them dully clinking against each other drew the attention of a certain doctor. With squinted eyes, he observed her fumbling for a moment before muttering a quick, “What is that?”

“It’s called a star puzzle. It’s basically impossible to figure out.” The resignation was clear in her tone. She’d been trying to put together this unbelievably frustrating puzzle for the past fifteen minutes, and she felt further from figuring it out than when she began. Utterly infuriating. “You have to put all of the pieces back together to form a perfect star. But the origin of it is kinda a romantic tale.”

Your ear perked up a bit, your interest thoroughly piqued. Always a sucker for a little romance, a small grin tugged at your lips as you quietly tucked the corner of your page down and shut your book. Ms. Austen could wait a little longer. Perhaps love stories were for the naive, but who were you to deny yourself the small rush of joy of hearing about two people fall in love? Your eyes flickered towards Spencer for the briefest of moments, and your smile widened ever so slightly. I wouldn’t mind falling in love with him. As if that process wasn’t already well underway. So you settled further in your seat on the couch to listen to Emily.

“There was this young prince who wanted to win the heart of the fairest maiden in the land.” 

At this, Spencer’s heart skipped, and he spared a fleeting glance to his right at the girl on the couch who had the most endearing smile on her face as she intently watched Emily. The fairest maiden in all the land, he thought as his cheeks flushed slightly. He was quite familiar with the prince’s endeavors.

 “So he climbed to the top of the tallest tower in the kingdom, and he caught a falling star for her. Unfortunately, he was so excited, that he dropped it, and it smashed into all of these pieces. So he frantically put it back together to prove his undying love to her, and he succeeded, and they lived happily ever after.”

A moment of silence and a furrowed brow. 

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

Emily narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean?”

“You can’t catch a falling star. It would burn up in the atmosphere.” You could almost hear the cogs in the poor boy’s head turning as he tried to grasp the meaning of her words. Amusement danced across Rossi’s features as he shared a knowing look with Emily.

“Yeah, but it’s not literal, Reid. It’s a fable.”

“But there’s no moral. Fables have morals.” You ducked your head in an attempt to suppress the laugh bubbling in your chest and the blush painting your cheeks. As always, you were fascinated by the mechanisms of Dr. Reid’s mind. And by the look of confusion on his face, a look that only made you more smitten which you had thought was an impossible task by now.

“Okay so it’s just a romantic little story—the point is it’s basically impossible to do because you have to take all of those pieces and fit them together exactly….” She trailed off, watching him easily fit together the pieces she’d been agonizing over for far too long. His nimble fingers were purposeful in their task and within seconds, produced the desired star. Emily’s jaw dropped. That little son of a—

For a moment, he looked at the star, reveling in his success with a somewhat smug smirk (he loved solving puzzles), before a thought popped into his head. Turning his gaze to the right, he caught your eye as you gawked at the puzzle. He gave you that signature tight-lipped smile that made your heart swell and wordlessly offered you the star. 

Your breath caught, and for some reason, you couldn’t look away, and neither could he. So you both sat there in this little moment of stillness on the edge of revelation. This felt so much bigger than one friend offering another a look at a stupid little puzzle, but there was that underlying current of fear, of ‘we both want this so, so much, but neither of us can say that this means more because what if they don’t feel the same way.’ Hesitation had locked you in place, but screw it. A little breathless and a lot of warmth buzzing in your chest, you finally recovered your expression from your previous look of utter amazement and took the star. 

You took the star.

Spencer thought he could still hear the air humming from that second-long moment that felt like a freaking hour, and his fingers were buzzing from where yours had brushed his for the most minuscule of moments, he couldn’t stop the smile that split his face wide open. He didn’t know if you took it to look at his handiwork, or to give your approval, or to accept this profession of his undying love for you, but whatever it meant, you took the star, and that was enough for now. 

Staring down at the wooden puzzle in your hands, you focused so intensely because you needed a moment to recover from whatever the hell just happened. Maybe you blacked out for a minute and were in heaven for the entirety of three seconds, or maybe you’ve watched When Harry Met Sally too many times to not have a skewed perception of romance and friendship, but he had to have felt that, right? There was no way he didn’t have his world turned upside down by that incredibly small interaction—or maybe you’re just way too in love with him to be judging things correctly. Either way, you’re somewhat surprised the star hasn’t completely burst into flames under the intensity of your stare, and you try to grapple with what just happened and what comes next.

“Not too shabby, Dr. Reid.” It comes out as the ghost of a whisper because you’re not sure you could have managed any more than that. The smoldering remains of your previous grin haunt your lips as you finally summon the courage to meet his eyes again. 

He’s beaming.

“Why, thank you, Miss (Y/L/N).”

And you can’t help but mirror him.

Wide eyes and the most knowing smirks you’ve ever seen are silently flying around the jet as the others look at each other to confirm, are you seeing this? It’s been extremely apparent, the burgeoning crushes between the two youngest members, and this is just the icing on the freaking cake. Dear Morgan is just bursting at the seams, knowing that the next moment he gets the good doctor alone, he will be teasing him to the highest heaven. Maybe Reid’s new nickname will be ‘young prince.’ Morgan is sure he will love that (he won’t). And poor, poor Garcia, gripping her knitting needles so tightly that they might be pulverized, cannot even slightly suppress the glowing of her heart as she watches her two most favorite people fall even more in love, and by God, if she’s not going to do something about it. What she’s going to do, she’s not quite sure, but she has the rest of this plane ride to figure it out, and when she does know, it’s gonna be good, and they’re going to get together and be together forever. Simple, really.

Yet, Emily might be the most pleased of them all. This was absolutely not her intention when she had told the story of the prince and the maiden, but by no means was she opposed to the outcome. Her grin was contagious as she locked eyes with Rossi and JJ and even Hotch, breaking his ever-so-stoic demeanor. She could not wait to claim responsibility for their inevitable relationship, and boy, what a story she’d have for their wedding because of course, marriage is inevitable too. At least for these two, it seems. 

When finally the silence stretched on too long and the team’s gaze weighed too heavy on the young almost-lovers, they startled out of their reverie with nervous chuckles and burning cheeks. You handed the star back to Emily, “Neat little thing!”

“Sure is,” she replied with the most frustratingly canny smirk. You avoided her eyes; it was clear what they were insinuating.

Spencer stared down at the book in his lap, trying to resist the painfully strong urge to watch you for a little while longer as you tried to steer the conversation to easier topics. He was a little afraid of how enamored he was because it was a lot. A lot a lot. He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and let the tension from his shoulders fall as he carefully fingered the binding of Pride and Prejudice. He’d only really picked it up because you suggested it. ‘I know you’re not very into romance,’ you had said. ‘But I’ll still think you’ll enjoy it. Mrs. Bennet never fails to make me smile, so at the very least, I think you’ll get a laugh out of it.’ He thought it was funny the way you buffered your suggestion, as if he wouldn’t do anything you asked him. And it was true. Mrs. Bennet made him laugh too, but he found himself more and more enthralled by the relationship unfolding between Miss Bennett and Mr. Darcy. He was going soft, and he had a sneaking suspicion as to why (or a very clear reason that was just really hard to come to terms with) (ie., his overwhelming love for you). He gave in to his urges and glanced back up.

He was met by your perpetual grin as you chatted softly with Emily. As your eyebrows raised or your nose scrunched, he let the butterflies in his stomach roam free. They were uncomfortable in the best way possible. Satisfied with one last look at you, he reopened the book and tried to keep reading, but his thoughts ran rampant. He’d given you a little star puzzle, a star to represent his undying love for you. It wasn’t much, but it was something. He knew he couldn’t catch a falling star, but he’d find a way if that’s what you wanted. A faint smile graced his lips as he thought, I’d do anything. If she wanted it, I’d give her anything. I’d give her every star in the sky. 

[tender-rosiey]

Heyo, I was wondering if I could request Dazai, Chuuya and Akutagawa with an s/o who's love language is gifts? like the s/o is always buying or making them things (a.e favorite foods)? thank u for taking time to even read this, I hope u have a day/night as amazing as ur writing!

❥ Having a s/o who’s love language is gifts

Includes: Dazai, Chuuya and Akutagawa

ᴀ/ɴ: hey lovely! I am glad you think my writing is amazing and I hope you like this as well; have a great day 💘

Dazai Osamu:

He was confused at first when you gave him a gift

He thought he forgot a holiday of some sort and like that he is a bad boyfriend for not getting you something in return

So he did and it was a really beautiful necklace may I add

But that wasn’t the case

As he received a gift each time he really was trying to understanding why do you give him so much gifts

Of course he appreciates it a lot and takes care of any gift you give him but his curiosity starts eating him up

So one day he approached you and asked “Belladonna why is that you give me a lot of gifts?”

When you told him that’s how you show your love towards him he was over the moon

His belladonna getting him gifts to show her love?

Hell he even takes care of them more than he did because as he says it’s a ‘sign of your love’

He will try to catch up to you in terms of gift giving as well

He wants you to know he loves you too

That is in addition to his physical affection which is now 5 times more often

Sitting on your desk? Hug

Finishing work? Kiss

Wake up? Kiss

Sleep? Kiss

Hug? Hug

Sad? Hug

Happy? Hug and Kiss

Injured? Save

You get the pattern

He will remind you btw once in a while to save your money and that he doesn’t deserve all of what you are doing

Which will earn him a slap

On his lips

With yours

Great job y/n; I am proud of you

You once made him lunch

He enjoyed so much he didn’t even touch his pile of papers at work not like he does anyways

And asked if you can make him lunch everyday

Now dazai has the cooking of his beautiful belladonna as his lunch everyday

‘This must be heaven’

“DAZAI-SAN PLEASE DO YOUR WORK KUNIKIDA-SAN IS CHOKING ME AIDNEINSOWMDDJAHSIDJIS”

ABORT MISSION

SOMEONE HELP SUSHI

Chuuya Nakahara:

Personally I think Chuuya would also see giving gifts as a way of showing love as well

So he would be giving you gifts too

So don’t be surprised when you see a box of chocolate on your desk when you go to work

Or when you find a new plushie beside you when you wake up

Or when you see a letter with a lunchbox of your favorites when you return from a mission

So when he sees you do the same

Like giving him gifts

Making him lunch to which he adores by the way

He is always in a good mood when he eats your food also

Anyways so he is very happy whenever he receives a gift from you

And it’s a MUST

A MUST I TELL YOU

To kiss you on the cheek or lips whenever you give him a n y t h i n g

Whenever he sees you wearing or with something he gave you it makes him really happy

One day you went to his house and found all the gifts you gave him before

That was really heartwarming aw <3

Chuuya is so soft for you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

If anyone dares to touch what you give him then be sure that their hands won’t even touch anything after that 🥰

No like literally

No one touches the gifts his baby gave him

He treasures them so much

tries to give you more than you give him

Oh lord it’s a competition now

YALL PLEASE YOU WILL GET MARRIED SOON AND YOU NEED THE MONEY

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke:

Are you trying to make him owe you something?

That was his first thought

And he was a little suspicious about it

Still appreciated it tho

But like he has been used to seeing the bad side of anything done towards him

So we can’t really blame him :(

Unless it’s your love of course

He will go and ask you about it right away cause he doesn’t like being clueless

“Y/N why do you give me gifts?”

“It’s my way of showing love :D”

Aku is like ಠ_ಠ

“So you are a sugar mommy?-“

🚨 AYE AYE AYE 🚨

AKU WHY DID YOU GO THERE

Anyways you made him understand it and explained it to him well

While cuddling and him being like a baby in your hands but you didn’t hear that from me

Whenever you give him something he feels an arrow being shot at his heart

But he would be damned if he shows it

Man has a reputation and image to keep

Always a soft quiet “thank you y/n...”

Oh wait

OMG I SEE AKU AS THE TYPE TO CONNECT FOREHEADS AS A THANK YOU OR SHOWING OF LOVE

Oml I can imagine that pls

When you make him food

Oh my god when you make him food

He is like not even concentrating one bit on anything but it

It’s just THAT good

That’s why you are obligated to be by him when he eats

Cause he is really vulnerable when he eats what you make for him

ONLY YOURS tho

Other than that he is like a hawk

You got him a cute pj before

He wore it ONCE

just ONCE FOR YOU

And that one time

Chuuya came over to tell him about a meeting and he saw aku like that 👩‍🦲

Chuuya laughing his ass in a corner part 2

Akutagawa never looked at Chuuya for 3 days after that

Whenever it’s brought up Aku leaves the room in a second

Because he respects chu chu and DOESNT want to do anything disrespectful to him-

Yes aku repsects his superiors

Aside from dazai yet still wanting his approval

All in all Aku will be a tough bby about it but still return and accept your affection 😌

copyright © 2020 tender-rosiey

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

[caffiine]

A BRIEF PAUSE

From my regularly scheduled content. I’ve got some shit to say, y’all (forewarning for spicy language and spoilers)

I thought about making this post on my fandom subblog but this show and this relationship have been TOO important to me for the past 8 years to not give it its proper place in my life. strap in bc im not sure how long this mf is about to be.

When i started this DUMB show at age 19 tortured soul “empath” dark academia me thought sam winchester was going to be my favourite character. and don’t @ me, i love sam now in his own right (and we deserve some SAILEEN PEOPLE). but after literally less than 5 episodes i KNEW dean’s character and his arc were going to be amazing and beautiful and he immediately became my favourite brother. The nuances of his character i.e. his shell vs his true self were so evident to me even in the first couple seasons. in my humble opinion, he had the most growth of the two brothers.

They all deserve to be happy, but for whatever FUCKING reason dean has the HARDEST TIME OF ANYONE being happy in this show. I know it’s his character. I know it was written that way. But FFS.  I kept wondering when they were going to wrap up his emotional arc and stop torturing the poor dude.

then in season 4 they introduced castiel and 1) I thought the new concept of angels as assholes was super cool and 2) I hardcore SIMPED over misha collins (still do). I watched benignly as cas and dean began to form this relationship that seemed pretty special. I started watching the show when it was in its eighth season and I binged the shit out of it for two weeks until I was caught up. By the time I was caught up I was CERTAIN there were some feelings between them and I LOVED it. I am bisexual and I was ECSTATIC for a potential queer relationship between two masculine-portrayed dudes. I went on tumblr to express my newfound theory, only to find out that this was a real THING. “Destiel” was already an idea that had absolutely and intensely BLOSSOMED in the fandom  for several seasons already. So many others saw what I saw and saw the potential of emotionally tortured/constipated “daddy’s blunt instrument” dean and the unfeeling daddy’s boy cas “crack in his chassis” Winchester being allowed to be happy together. I felt validated and hopeful. For a while.

Then it was season after season of hopefulness for them to be finally happy with each other while still fighting the ills of their world with sam and the other new members of their family that were added along the way, only to constantly have that hope seemingly teased away at the end every single time. By season 11 and the introduction of amara (not bashing, eventually loved her character and her development too) I gave up. I lost hope. I stopped watching the show. I didn’t want to keep watching my two favourite characters continuously abused by the story they were thrown into.

I know not everyone likes destiel, not everyone thought it was real. That’s chill, idc. Stories are so often meant to be (and sometimes inadvertently) left up to interpretation by the person experiencing and consuming them. It’s what’s so amazing about books and shows and movies that are able to make us feel so intensely about them and their characters. And I felt SO strongly about dean and cas. It was honestly really upsetting to me, the way the show was going with their relationship.

A while later season 13 had been going on and I started seeing some things pop up on my dash. Hopeful things. I did a bit of research and accidentally saw THE SCENE from season 12 and I couldn’t help myself. I restarted it. I watched the whole thing from the beginning again AND introduced it to my boyfriend I think partially as a way to ensure I wasn’t imagining shit (it took him awhile and a lot of me internally screaming during many scenes but by season 9 he was like “uh are they in gay love”). Fast forward to me finally catching up as season 14 was starting. I was still hopeful, somehow. And it happened AGAIN. Season 14 and the beginnings of 15 made me so sad. I HATED what they did with their relationship. I HATED the way it ended. I HATED the way dean treated cas and everyone around him. It felt like the show was taking his whole character arc back to day 1. I didn’t understand. I kept watching for a couple episodes after the big argument and cas left but the luster was gone and eventually I just stopped.

I love this show. It has meant so much to me as a story. So many of the characters are/were very dear to me. I know it’s a running joke with this show about character deaths and homophobia but the strength of the bond I felt was between cas and dean gave me a lot of hope. But it wasn’t enough. I felt betrayed one too many times. And for those of you who kept watching, for whatever reason, I don’t hold it against you. It’s still a beautiful and interesting story without cas and dean’s relationship. But I just personally couldn’t do it anymore.

I hadn’t planned on watching the rest of season 15 when it came back after pandemic hiatus, at least not for awhile. So imagine my FUCKING surprise when I was doom scrolling through twitter during election week on Thursday and I see supernatural trending right along with election shit.

What.

I couldn’t stop myself, I looked and literally SCREAMED and made my boyfriend spill his wine all over our couch. I didn’t know exactly what happened as I hadn’t seen the episode but APPARENTLY all my emotions and feelings had been at least partially vindicated. So I BOUGHT season 15 so I could finish watching where I had left off. I watched 8 episodes in less than 24hrs (don’t judge me there’s a quarantine) and I LIKED them. And it might’ve been bc I knew what was about to happen in 15 x18 but I really felt like the show was getting STRONGER as it neared its finish.

I was so excited for 15x19. I read so many posts from fellow fans, destiel and antis alike. There really weren’t a lot of bad emotions running around. Everyone seemed hopeful and excited like me.

I probably don’t need to go over 15x19 emotions but im going to anyway. I was disappointed. I was confused. I was angry. we are in season 15. The last season ever for this show that has had a HUGE following of fans who have loved it, sometimes unconditionally, sometimes even though it wasn’t the best (and sometimes less than good). A season and show that had just announced YES. CAS LOVES DEAN. ITS REAL. And I shouldn’t have to go over the nuances of why we would expect more after this, with two episodes to go before the show is done forever.

But I will bc im mad af.

Like I said in the beginning. Dean’s character arc has been incredible. His emotional growth – as subtle as it might’ve seemed – has been amazing. And dean has always been an emotional, loving person. he just felt like he wasn’t because the world made him feel that way. And that’s sad, y’all. Dean deserves to realize he DESERVES happiness. And in 15x18, we were finally heading basically directly there. With destiel, yes, but even if you’re anti, what cas said to dean about who he is and why he loves him obviously struck a fucking chord with dean. It obviously changed the way he viewed himself (RE: “that’s not who I am, that’s not who we are”).

But for WHATEVER reason that’s ALL we got in 15x19. One fucking SENTENCE about dean realizing maybe he’s not just built to kill people. And then jack leaves without a single mention of Eileen or cas or Charlie or literally anyone they ever cared about and dean rode off into the sunset alone with his brother while we watched a fucking FIVE MINUTE MONTAGE that made me want to hurl my own body into the sun they were driving toward. And cas is STILL DEAD.

BUT THERE’S STILL ONE EPISODE LEFT AND FUCK ME IF I HAVENT BEEN PAINTING ON MY CLOWN MAKEUP ALL WEEK. SO WHAT DO I WANT????

ONE: DEAN DESERVES HAPPINESS. REAL HAPPINESS. What the FUCK supernatural??? Wasn’t this the whole point of his arc??? And don’t get me wrong I REALLY want that happiness to come from Cas and a real spoken relationship of some sort between them bc it also ties in with my second point but tbh just PLEASE let dean be happy. Dean is a loving person and does everything for love as we JUST FOUND OUT. Dean would NOT be happy with everyone he’s ever loved gone for the rest of his life. I just don’t believe that’s fucking true. h elp him pls.

TWO: CAS DESERVES HAPPINESS. I know we got this whole speech about “happiness isn’t in the having it’s simply in being”  but like. Really. Castiel was supposed to be a throwaway character no one was supposed to care about. But we all cared SO MUCH that he lasted 11 SEASONS longer than intended and became a main character and an integral part of the story. Cas has arguably sacrificed more than anyone on this show. His last act was to sacrifice his life to save the man he loved. He knew where he was going. He knew he was finally going to be able to tell dean he loved him and then immediately be taken by the empty where we know now thanks to season 15 that everyone in there just gets to dream forever about their regrets and sadness. HOW IS THAT FAIR. HOW IS THAT A GOOD ENDING FOR CAS. HOW DO YOU EXPECT ANYONE – CHARACTERS AND FANS ALIKE –TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT. Its messed up, supernatural. Y’all KNOW it is and I hope to HIGH HEAVENS this is going to be corrected in 15x20.

THREE: give sam Eileen back. 

Well that’s all I’ve got in me, folks. I’m absolutely and intensely dreading Thursday. Im scared and nervous and obviously still angry that this is absolutely going to be the opposite of what they promised – another “game of thrones” ending. Some of y’all are giving me hope with your posts about maybe they’re trying to keep the ending a surprise and maybe cas is coming back and how can they not and why else would they have done the second to last episode like that and I hope yall are right.

Either way, im glad I am not alone with my feelings. Thanks yall for the experience of this fandom and show. Let’s stick together on Thursday, no matter our differences.

 PS stop calling jensen ackles a homophobe or ill hex you. 

[ilynong]

talk to you

You and Xiao Gui are best friends, and you have a pretty big crush on his fellow groupmate and senior, Xingjie.

so you and xiao gui were bffs

the biggest class clowns ever omg

u know when a teacher sits two kids together and instantly regrets it

yeah that’s yall lmao

you talk constantly

and so the teacher moves xiao gui

and then one day she looks up and xiao gui is fucking hOLDING UP SIGNS FOR U TO READ N SHIT

(so she moves him back bc its more distracting to have him doing that shit lolol)

anyways yeah so we’ve established that you two are good friends

so ofc ur v supportive of him and his creativity

like u have the creativity of a teaspoon 

but xiao gui is hella talented !!!

so u stay hyping him up

and obviously u go to his showcases n stuff

and you do your best to focus on xiao gui

but one of his friends, zhu xingjie, is literally the hottest guy you’ve ever seen

he has the cutest undercut and can sing AND rap AND dance 

like damn boy what can’t you do

but since he’s older than you, you kind of view it as a lost cause

plus,,, ur too shy to talk to him !!!!

xiao gui introduces you to the other guys that he’s formed a ‘group’ with

of course, you blush a ton when you’re introduced to xingjie, who looks almost cold when he meets you??

zhou yanchen is an absolute angel, smiling widely as he greets you

zhang yankai snickers when he meets you, and you’re not really sure why but you brush it off

you think you’re slick abt ur newfound crush, but xiao gui instantly notices that you’re staring at xingjie for a little longer than usual...

“you totally like him,” xiao gui nearly screams, jumping up and down

you feel your cheeks turn bright red as his entire group turns to face you

the next day during class, xiao gui brings it up again

“you know, xingjie ge is single,” he said (not very casually, because when is xiao gui ever casual)

“i’m not gonna do anything,” you mumbled, focusing on the math work in front of you

“ey, that attitude isn’t gonna get you a date with xingjie,” xiao gui groaned, leaning on his side dramatically

you rolled your eyes at your best friend, leaning over to flick his forehead

“let’s just do our work.”

one night, after one of xiao gui’s showcases, he tells you that there’s gonna be an afterparty at one of the boys’ houses

and at first you really don’t want to go, but xiao gui insists that he can find a quiet room for you to study in

so after the afterparty starts, yankai shows you one of the bedrooms upstairs

it’s really neat, but you’re surprised to see a little shelf with what looked like magic trick supplies?

“have fun,” yankai said mysteriously as he closed the door, snickering again

(apparently yankai snickers a lot????)

so you’re in the bedroom doing homework when the door opens

you jump, startled, and almost scream when you see xingjie, a little red-faced and sweaty

as soon as the rapper sees you sprawled out on the bed, books spread out in front of you, his eyes widen

and you think he gets a little redder but you couldn’t really tell for sure

“o-oh, (y/n),” he said awkwardly, shifting his weight

then you realize what had probably happen and scramble to your feet, feeling your own cheeks heat up

“oh my god, is this your room?” you begin gathering your books, “i’m so, so sorry, oh my god!”

“no wait,” xingjie rushed forward, “it’s fine, you can stay here, really.” he offered you a shy smile, “i don’t mind, i just needed to grab a different shirt, your idiot of a best friend spilled three shots of vodka on this one.”

you wrinkled your nose, “i can smell it from here.”

xingjie smiled at that, shaking his head as he walked over to his closet, selecting a new shirt

(his ears were also pink?)

you couldn’t concentrate at all as you opened your textbook back up, reading over the same line at least ten times

“sorry if we’re kinda loud”

you looked up quickly, blushing again as you made eye contact with xingjie

“oh, it’s not a big deal!” you waved your hands around awkwardly, “i’m ok!”

“well, uh, it was nice seeing you?” xingjie wavered tentatively at the door, smiling over at you awkwardly

you felt yourself cringing at just how awkward the whole situation was

then suddenly, the door slammed shut, and you heard the distinct sound of yankai’s snickering

“have fun!” xiao gui’s incredibly obnoxious voice said loudly, making you get to your feet as his stupid plan dawned on you

you scrambled to your feet and pounded on xingjie’s door, wiggling the doorknob to check if it was locked

“xiao gui!” you shouted loudly, pounding on the door, “if you don’t open this door this instant, i’ll post that picture of you drooling in a suit!”

xiao gui made a noise of anguish

“i’ll let my image be ruined if it’s for your own good,” he yelled back, “but please don’t post it?”

“i’ll tag you in it, fucker!”

“you’re actually doing it?” xingjie asked in amusement as he watched you pull your phone out from your pocket, tapping away angrily

xiao gui shrieked as you put it away again triumphantly

“i’m never unlocking this door now, (y/n)!” xiao gui shouted followed by the sound of footsteps retreating

xingjie sighed, taking a seat at the chair by his desk

“well, i guess we’re stuck in here,” he shrugged, “sorry that you got dragged into this mess.”

“yeah,” you laughed awkwardly, “well, i guess i should get back to studying.”

“oh, what subject?” xingjie raised an eyebrow, peering down at your textbook

you almost squealed at how cute he looked

“maths,” you sighed, picking your pencil back up

“ah, well, good luck,” xingjie grinned at you, “if you need help, let me know!”

you thanked him and then turned back to your work, carefully working through the equations that the teacher had assigned

about halfway through the equations, you glanced up momentarily and nearly screamed???

because xingjie was standing in front of his closet

shirtless

looking for a shirt

shirtless

in front of you

shirtless

“oh, shit,” xingjie turned around, eyes wide as his cheeks turned pink, “fuck, sorry, i totally thought you had fallen asleep.”

the older boy grabbed the first shirt he saw and tugged it on over his head

“no, i’m sorry,” you were blushing so much????

“i just had a quick question, i was wondering if you could help?” you asked a bit awkwardly

“oh yeah, of course,” xingjie pulled the chair over next to his bed, peering over at your work

and you could barely focus the entire time that he was working because wow xingjie concentrating was seriously adorable????

just as xingjie was explaining how he found the derivative, your phone buzzed with a notification, and the screen lit up

xingjie was closer to your phone than you were, so naturally, he glanced down

and as soon as he read the text, his back straightened as he looked straight at you, eyes wide

blood cold, you read the notification

from: xiao gui

SO HAVE YOU TOLD HIM YOU LIKE HIM YET?????

PLS??????

f u c k

“you like me?”

you looked up, embarrassed as you glanced at xingjie

“um,” you said intelligently, “yeah?”

xingjie broke out into a smile, the blush returning to his cheeks

“would you, um,” xingjie’s voice trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck, “would you be interested in maybe going on a date with me?”

were you dying????

was this heaven?????

“to be honest, i’ve liked you for a while, i just didn’t know how to approach you,” xingjie laughed awkwardly, raising his eyebrows expectantly

you shook your head, still in shock, “oh my god, yes, of course,” you felt your cheeks heating up, “sorry, i’m just... processing.”

xingjie grinned at that, digging his phone out of his pocket

“here, punch in your number so that i can text you and we can figure out the details,” xingjie handed you his phone

as you entered his number, a thought occurred to you that made you laugh

“i guess xiao gui isn’t completely useless after all.”

“hey! i heard that!”

[chosebravery]

me, late? you can (troy bolton vc) bet on it!!!!11!1

good morning / afternoon / evening, my children. my name is tea (or t, or anything you want; s/h pronouns) and i have been struggling with a flu for over a week now and things,,,have been difficult but i'm going to power through because i already adore this rp (the writers in here are no joke???) and i ought to present yall my daughter. i will babble a lil about her under the cut and if you want me to reach you out, like this post!!

 * △ — the dark lord has targeted [ ELIZABETH ROSIER NEE HEPBURN ] !  the muggles say she holds resemblance to [ ALICIA VIKANDER ]. the [ TWENTY EIGHT ] year old [ female ] was [ WARM & HELPFUL ] before the war, but have now become [ STUBBORN & SELF RIGHTEOUS ]. though they were once a part of [ GRYFFINDOR ], they have now taken up the position of a [ HEALER ]. whispers throughout the ministry claim that the [ MUGGLEBORN ] is actually [ AN ORDER MEMBER ], but i wouldn’t report that to the daily prophet.

the only child out of a quite unlucky couple, elizabeth was born in a household where people made gold out of grass. her parents were poor and unfortunate, but they loved each other--her father still claims so, even after her mother's passing when the girl was just three. mr. hepburn's optimism was what supported them--that and his gig at a pawn/repair shop at linlithgow; while he went on that and any part times he could find to keep up rent and put his daughter through school, said girl would be at home, holding onto what needed to hold and distracting herself with tales of other worlds.

as the daughter of an immigrant and an outsider, elizabeth grew to be peculiar, standing out from the rest of the people in the small town she came to live on after her mother’s passing. on the mid fifties, on a scottish town where nothing happened, people didn’t take very kindly to strangers disrupting their routine, but it was where elizabeth was to grow nevertheless; with a few years, name calling was something she learned to become unfazed by. despite however isolated and shunned she was then, she never imagined the magic of her books could become reality--the butterflies in her stomach were both of excitement and nervousness, a mix of feelings she would come to feel many times over the rest of her life. for good or bad, she was different (and this, too, would follow her for the rest of her life).

when her letter came, what she assumed to be a well conceited prank turned out to be her new astonishing reality. as she went through a wall and boarded a train, she was both terrified and amazed.

soft spoken, quiet and isolated, with a preference for long books and a tendence for distraction, elizabeth hepburn was hardly the model person for a gryffindor--she didn't think of herself courageous when the hat was placed on her head either, but there are all kinds of courage in this world, she was told. in the seven years to follow she had never watched injustice go free, nor she backed out when someone (anyone) needed her; beneath honey and unfailing kindness, in moments necessary, her voice was like thunder and her will unbreakable.

of course, sometimes it wavered--many were the times she almost gave up the wonderful magical castle when she thought of her father, all alone. he has refused this many times: she was meant for something more than a small town with ordinary people who did not appreciate her, mr. hepburn would tell her.

those years away at hogwarts installed a tradition of very long letters, written at least twice by week--flowery, extensive and very descriptive, they are still kept to this day by the old hepburn, and its sight is enough to make the daughter blush and smile sheepish. she is a sight when excited, all who know her know her passion.

her career in “wizard medicine” was a suggestion by a professor, who was aware of her excelling in herbology and potions, and her people skills (ironically, since she, then, was not the most social kid & her willingness to socialize and reach out was belated). despite over ten years working on st mungo, she still aspires for something more; her husband & her shares a dream to open a book shop of their own, but due to more pressing events, it keeps being pushed forward.

she married domitius on the spring of 72, about 26 months after they bonded while she nursed him back to health. her interest in men -- or relationships in general -- had been nonexistent until then, so it was a surprise not only for his prejudiced pureblooded family but also for those who knew elizabeth. regardless, she claims he is first her best friend, her soulmate, then her husband--he is also father of her children: five year old twins daniel and isolde & little cosette, not much older than a year old. if you catch fictional characters names in there, you’re spot on (she is a nerd even as a mom, yes--fitting too, as her own name had come from the iconic austen heroine).

currently she works at the janus thickey ward as its healer in charge, although her presence is often required on the dai llewellyn ward due to her experience with some incidents’ injuries; it’s not uncommon to see her reading the newspapers, books and letters to the patients.

however, it has been over a year since she last stepped on st mungo. her youngest child was born on early 1978, so elizabeth has been on maternity leave since then; as much as she loves her children (and she does, overwhelmingly so), the life of a stay at home mother does not agree with her anxiety so she is very eager to return to her routine, even if it means she has to stay away from her children for more than she wished she would--she takes as advantage her father is so good with them, and always willing to crash in their spare bedroom.

she is virtually incapable of staying still--if not with her nose in a book, it’s likely she is walking around, doing whatever needs to be done around wherever she is (and this does not only apply to her own house, much to her friend’s dismay). her nervous tics include tapping her fingers, tucking her hair behind her ears and biting her lips; fiddling with her clothes and her wand also apply so it’s not uncommon she is keen to hold people’s hands to prevent the anxiety to be too transparent.

elizabeth’s ethical code is incorruptible, which is one of the main causes for any friction she may create with others--another would be her inability to stay still in face of wrongdoing; blindly, she will not admit she is a bit of a nosy judgmental holier-than-thou. thankfully (debatable for some), all that makes her just right to fight for the order.

elizabeth has an intimate knowledge of muggle mechanics, due to her father’s main line of work during her childhood years; even now, when she has lived most of her life in the wizard world, she is still curious and eager to learn and be connected with the muggle world and often finds herself doing things the muggle way.

EXTRAS (ish):

she is a saggitarius!! which is not what people first think of her, but elizabeth is just like um don’t judge a book by its cover ok. but i don’t blame people who take her as a virgo because ya know, girl is kinda....very virgo lmao (it is her ascendant anyways shhh). she was also born on 1950, which makes her a grandma tiger; she graduated hogwarts on 1968 (i don’t think there’s anyone who could have been classmates w her but,,,i’d die for this so pls bring me more old people!!!)

her wand is made of laurel wood & phoenix feather; it is quite bendy and is 10 3/4 in size. overall, i found it all very fitting!! laurel wands are said unable to perform a dishonorable act, and it does not accept lazy owners, who are often on a quest for glory -- it combines rather well with the flexibility, fitting for a woman who can not stand still / doing nothing / saying nothing for more than ten minutes.

her patronus is a weasel! people with this patronus tend to be ruled by instincts and very intuitive, and to be polite, honest and hardworking. (source)

her amortentia’s scents are old manuscripts (she is passionate about books, but she adores old editions because of how personal they are), fresh ink (she is often writing something, and always carries both quills and muggle pens with herself), the first batch of bread of the day (she just,,,loves bread. it is a very nostalgic scent for her, remeting from her childhood), geer oil (her father is a mechanic, and often she helped him), chamomile (known for its calming effects, the rosier plants chamomile in their garden & it is elizabeth’s husband to go choice of tea).

talking about scents, homegirl often smells of herbs. her husband keeps telling her she smells so good and like, yeah, he is cheesy as hell, but i’m pretty sure she does smell like heaven.

also about scents: she hates coffee and is the founder of coffee sucks society ™ . expect dissertations about this on my writing.

pretty much all else i can say / know about her are on the many profiles i’ve sent on my app. you can find them here if you don’t mind the length ( 1, 2, 3, 4) & her aesthetics here + a weheartit collection (aint nobody got time for that other site) here.