#over-caffeinated-introvert

[childotkw]

I'm in the middle (near the end?) of CS, and I just had to come here and say that it's so well written omg!! I can't squeal about it enough!! Just came here to say that before I go back to reading. It's such a good story!! ♥️♥️♥️

Oh thank you! I’ve been really struggling to write over the last year, especially for CS, and to hear things like this always provides me with a glimmer of motivation!

Have a baby snippet:

The monster who had burned Harry and his mother’s world to the ground, who had murdered his father and chased them across the Channel, had finally experienced a hint of that devastation for himself.

Satisfaction was too light a word for the sensation that rolled through Harry.

Did fear have a chance to reach Voldemort’s eyes before the runes activated? Did he have time to feel the loss of his magic before the explosion took him? Did he realise, did he know, that he had lost?

Gods, Harry hoped so.

[kaidoslastbraincell]

'they drown out the voices...' / baby saja x HUNTRIX!reader (kind of?)

credit to @rolly-polly-molly for the concept ~ HUNTR/X!reader always wears headphones with the music on full blast (unless they're performing/interacting with fans/rehearsing) & Baby Saja with his sensitive hearing cannot fathom how their ears aren't bleeding.

Part 2 here!

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reader is the fourth member of HUNTR/X - post-final battle but everything turns out somewhat okay, and the Saja Boys end up collaborating with them to take down Gwi Ma together. Baby and reader are close but not together (yet)?

You'd always been known as the introvert of the group. With Rumi, Zoey, and Mira being so outgoing, you stood out for all the wrong reasons. You rarely spoke unless spoken to, rarely smiled (though it was treasured when you did), and your most worn expression was one of boredom. Maybe that's why you and Baby got along so well? Kindred spirits and all that jazz. It unnerved the other Saja Boys in the beginning...how closed off you were...but the more you all worked together, the more they got used to it. You got along well with Jinu and Mystery, and you tolerated Abby and Romance. But you were closest to Baby.

Rehearsal for your first joint tour had paused for lunch, and you immediately wandered off on your own. Pulling one of Baby's hoodies over your sports bra and shorts, you curled up on the small sofa in the corner of the studio, placing your headphones over your ears. The second your phone connected, you cranked up the volume. The other girls were used to this by now, but the boys watched you in concern.

"Is she okay?" Jinu muttered to Rumi.

Mira slung an arm around Rumi's shoulders. "She's always like this. Never truly relaxes unless we're at home."

Zoey nodded with a grin. "It's cute that she's so comfortable with us! She'll be chill with you guys soon."

After selecting a playlist, you inched the volume up a little more, softly bopping your head to the music. You rummaged through your gym bag, pulling out an energy drink and some snacks.

"That volume can't be safe for her ears..." Abby grimaced.

Baby winced, only to roll his eyes when he watched you finish the ridiculously large can of caffeine in one go.

"Why does she have the volume so loud all the time?" Romance asked, eyes never leaving you.

"She says it drowns out the voices," Mira smirked as every boy's eyes widened in horror.

"What voices!? Gwi Ma!?" Romance practically shrieked.

"Not Gwi Ma," Rumi sighed, gently shoving Mira with a smile, "she just has a lot of...thoughts?"

Baby walked over, flopping onto the sofa beside you and leaning into your side. He pulled the headphones off, handing you an unwrapped lollipop instead. Your mind immediately went quiet.

"You'll damage your ears, idiot," he mumbled.

You smiled softly, taking the sweet between your teeth and leaning your head against his. Across the room, Abby gasped.

"She...she smiled!?"

"Are we sure they're not dating?" Jinu whispered to his girlfriend.

She shrugged, just as confused, "Y/n swears they're not, but I can tell she's into him."

Mystery shuffled over, sitting on the floor in front of you and leaning his head against your thighs. Baby growled, eyes flashing as he bared his fangs. You flicked his nose with a frown.

"Be nice," you hissed.

"There's no way they're not dating," Romance chuckled with a smirk as Mystering flipped the green-haired boy off.

Rumi clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.

"Enough gossip. Take a break, then we'll get back to it!"

[astrolook]

🧠Mercury in Synastry - Are You in Sync or Lost in Translation📡

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns over the years. Take what resonates and leave the rest!

Mercury in 1st - One person’s thoughts live rent-free in the other’s identity. Mercury person doesn’t have to try hard to be understood. Their words just land. Mercury's random rambles or half-finished thoughts seem to make sense to the house person. The house person just gets them, often without Mercury needing to overexplain. The house person feels like Mercury is speaking through them. Mercury person might even verbalize things the house person felt for years but couldn’t put into words. It’s like Mercury's thoughts help the house person hear their own identity more clearly. On the flip side, the Mercury person may talk too much about themselves, mistaking self-expression for connection. The house person can feel like they’re just a mirror, not a participant. It’s less dialogue, more ego with a microphone.

Keywords: expressive, talkative, mentally stimulating, open book, fast connection, ego-driven, self-centered talk, over-sharing, opinion overload, verbal identity, immediate understanding, me-first mindset.

Mercury in 2nd - The conversation doesn’t always feel natural. It’s like Mercury's thoughts are walking through molasses like slowed down, cautious, and maybe a little off-key. Mercury might second-guess how they express themself with the house person, wondering if they’re making sense or if their words are landing the wrong way. There’s just a mismatch in how communication flows. It can be frustrating, like trying to build a bridge when you don’t even agree on what material to use. The house person might even zone out. Mercury's ideas can feel out of sync. Conversations can feel like bargaining chips. Values clash subtly, yet persistently. What’s said sounds practical, but underneath, both may feel like they’re not quite on the same frequency.

Keywords: steady logic, practical talk, value alignment, consistent thinker, trustworthy tone, rigid mindset, slow to open, communication hoarder, hard to sway, cautious speech, verbal conservatism, safe but stuck.

Mercury in 3rd - Mercury would suddenly find themself talking more than usual and enjoying it. There’s something about the house person that just opens the floodgates. Words come easily, thoughts flow freely, and even their weirdest takes feel safe to share. Mercury might go from small talk to niche conspiracy theories in 30 minutes and somehow the house person is still keeping up. Mercury would feel mentally alive around them, like their presence wakes up their brain and gives it caffeine. The house person can feel like Mercury turned their brain’s lights on. Unless the house person is particularly quiet or introverted, chances are the Mercury person makes them feel more socially engaged. Even if they’re not much of a talker, Mercury's energy can draw them out and make conversation feel more natural and fun. On the flip side, it can be all talk, no emotional substance. The connection risks becoming purely mental, with banter replacing vulnerability. It’s fun until you realize no one’s saying anything that actually matters.

Keywords: lively banter, witty, curious, mentally playful, idea-rich, scattered thoughts, surface-level talk, too many tabs open, restless mind, info overload, chatter fatigue, brilliant but distracted.

Mercury in 4th - Mercury's thoughts match the house person's aesthetic. Mercury is not trying to impress, they’re just existing, and that’s more than enough. It’s the kind of comfort that sneaks up on them. Mercury's mind slips into the house person's personal space like it was made to be there. The house person doesn’t have to rearrange anything, Mercury just works in your life. Mercury's thoughts blend in with house person routines, their moods, and their weird little rituals. The house person doesn’t mind making space for them. Honestly, the house person barely notices as it already feels like Mercury lives here. On the flip side, Mercury might unintentionally trigger emotional memories or poke at the house person’s private world. It’s not always welcome. Home feels invaded, even if it’s just by words.

Keywords: emotionally intuitive, cozy talk, nostalgic, safe communication, vulnerable mind, emotionally reactive, passive-aggressive, oversensitive, trigger-prone, inner child talk, deep-rooted opinions, mind meets memory.

Mercury in 5th - The Mercury person brings the sparkle. They speak, and it feels like a compliment wrapped in sunshine. Jokes land. Ideas bounce. Their words have timing, rhythm, and charm. They love being the reason the house person laughs without warning. The house person soaks it up. They feel seen, hyped up, brighter just from hearing that voice. Talking becomes play. Flirting happens by accident. The vibe is high, even on boring Tuesdays. Neither wants the conversation to end, and it rarely does. There’s always “one more thing” to say. Even silence has a wink in it. On the flip side, everything turns into a joke or a flirt. Depth gets avoided with a smile. It’s charming, but when real feelings need expressing, no one knows how to break the fun facade. Can be one-sided.

Keywords: fun communication, flirty tone, creativity boost, uplifting ideas, magnetic voice, attention-seeking, dramatic speech, performative logic, ego in every sentence, jokes as shields, charming but shallow, playful spin.

Mercury in 6th - The Mercury person feels focused around the house person. Their thoughts get tidier. Conversations stick to the point. Tasks get done. Lists get made. It’s less flirting, more “Did you eat today?” The house person finds this quietly reassuring. They see the Mercury person as dependable, thoughtful, and steady. The vibe isn’t wild or dramatic. It’s calm, capable, and weirdly comforting. It's not movie-romance, but it’s the kind of connection that remembers your birthday and brings snacks. For two people who value showing up over showing off, this works. It’s routine, but in the best way. Stability speaks louder than sweet talk here. Nobody’s ghosting anyone. The side effect is that this overlay can become dry and hyper-functional. The relationship feels more like project management than romance. Communication is useful, but emotionally sterile.

Keywords: practical thinker, helpful, detail-focused, reliable speech, structured conversation, too rigid, dry talk, over-critical, boring routine, nitpicky logic, mental exhaustion, emotional avoidance.

Mercury in 7th - The Mercury person feels seen but not judged. Their words come out smoother, clearer, calmer. There's trust in the exchange. No need to perform, no pressure to impress. Just a real connection. The house person leans in easily. They’re drawn to the Mercury person's mind that's curious, open, and receptive. Conversations feel mutual, balanced, and even therapeutic. Over time, this turns into an intellectual bond that holds steady. Talk deepens, even when life gets loud. Arguments don’t end the connection, they refine it. Together, both of you speak the language of “us.” On the flip side, there’s a tendency to keep things “nice.” Surface-level harmony can block authentic, messy honesty. When conflict arises, it’s often deflected with polished words instead of the real truth.

Keywords: balanced communication, thoughtful, clear agreements, mutual respect, mentally aligned, people-pleasing, conflict avoidant, too diplomatic, rehearsed responses, fairness obsession, love-as-debate, relationship-speak.

Mercury in 8th - The Mercury person speaks with impact, sometimes too much. Their words hit nerves, stir thoughts, trigger quiet shifts. They don’t mean to go that deep...but they always do. Control sneaks in. The urge to direct the flow, to keep the upper hand, is real. The house person doesn’t brush things off. They hear everything and store it. They respond carefully, often calculating their words like emotional chess moves. Together, the communication is clear but heavy. It rarely stays surface-level. Even casual talk feels laced with subtext. Nothing stays light for long. Great for strategy. Risky for romance. One word can open a door or slam it shut. Talk turns intense quickly, and not always in a safe way. Power plays can creep into the dynamic. There’s a fine line between deep connection and subtle manipulation. Common in toxic relationships and can have stalker-ish energy on one side.

Keywords: intense dialogue, probing questions, deep mind merge, raw honesty, transformative talk, manipulative speech, over-analyzing, paranoia, controlling tone, verbal power games, secrets spilled, psychic tension, social media stalker.

Mercury in 9th - The Mercury person feels inspired here. Ideas stretch. Conversations drift into meaning, morals, myths, and miles away. They love sharing what they know, and they really do know a lot. The house person listens wide-eyed. They feel expanded just by being nearby. The Mercury person makes the world seem bigger, more colorful, and more worth exploring. It’s the kind of dynamic where learning feels like flirting, and dreaming out loud is a love language. The talk never stays small. Every chat is a mini road trip. Even silence feels like it's thinking.

Keywords: expansive mind, inspiring talk, future-focused, wise words, optimistic tone, preachy, unrealistic, opinionated, overly abstract, lost in philosophy, too much theory, life-as-lecture.

Mercury in 10th - The Mercury person finds themselves slipping into “serious mode” with the house person. They talk goals, growth, and LinkedIn energy. Casual chat feels weirdly off-topic. The house person doesn’t mind, they admire the focus, even feel motivated by it. But both may start to notice the vibe is all ambition, no fluff. Conversations feel structured, sometimes a bit formal. You respect each other’s minds, but someone needs to bring up something fun, or at least mildly chaotic. It’s giving career fair. Not really romantic. But hella productive. In romance, both prefer to take things seriously and long-term goals can be discussed among them.

Keywords: goal-driven talk, intelligent presence, clear plans, career conversations, serious tone, cold logic, status-focused, emotionally distant, calculated speech, networking mode, impressive but impersonal.

Mercury in 11th - The Mercury person feels at ease here. Words come freely. The vibe is relaxed, even playful. There’s no pressure to impress, just a natural rhythm of thought and acceptance. The house person genuinely enjoys the way Mercury speaks. It feels like hearing from a friend you actually want to text back. There’s patience, kindness, and space to be weird. Conversations feel like inside jokes waiting to happen. It’s a connection built on mutual respect and shared mental space. No drama, just understanding. You grow together, not apart. It’s less about sparks, more about staying power. In some cases, friendly but emotionally distant. Communication flows easily but often avoid anything uncomfortable. The connection risks staying stuck in the “friend zone,” even in a romantic bond.

Keywords: open-minded, friendly tone, tolerant, mentally flexible, idealistic, emotionally detached, too casual, stuck in friend zone, dodging intimacy, overthinking connection, dreamer logic, connection with conditions.

Mercury in 12th - The Mercury person picks up on things, too many things, maybe. Unspoken thoughts, strange dreams, buried emotions...it’s all loud in their head. They don’t always mean to psychoanalyze, but it happens. The house person feels exposed. Sometimes understood, other times a little too seen. It can feel like someone is reading your diary before you even write it. If trust isn’t solid, this gets slippery fast. Still, the intuitive bond here is rare. You both speak volumes in silence. The connection runs deep but so does the fog. Thoughts are felt more than said, leading to misread intentions. The psychic link is strong, but so is the confusion, projection, and unspoken anxiety. Can be one-sided in some cases.

Keywords: psychic link, intuitive talk, emotional telepathy, dream-thoughts, unspoken understanding, miscommunication, blurred boundaries, hidden meaning, projection, paranoia, mental fog, internalized speech, one-sided mental obsession, losing sleep.

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hotch x shy!bau!reader <3 fem content: slight age gap implied. reader is new to the team and more on the introverted side! not proof read, as is my hubris.

Tired, nerves buzzing from a night spent up and chasing sleep that was not welcoming, you throw your bag down on your desk and go off in hunt of coffee. You usually try to curb your caffeine intake, especially with the travel associated with your new job, but this morning is a happy exception to your new rule.

"Here," Emily says, watching you scan the cabinets of the kitchen. You hadn't heard her walk in, but she's offering you a mug with a sympathetic smile. "Long night?"

"Yes," you say, tone thankful, and spin to figure out the coffee machine.

"Three weeks and i haven't seen you use that once," she comments, sipping from her own warm mug and watching you settle the filter in place.

"I've stayed away. it's harder to sleep when I get back because of the jet lag, anyway, don't need to add coffee at all odd hours to the list, too."

It's the most you've said in casual conversation like this. To say you've been shy with your new team would be an understatement. You're good at your job, you were pulled from the academy early to do this for a reason. You fit well into the team, generally. You like listening to Spencer ramble, especially on the longer flights. Rossi's dry humor reminds you of one of your old professors you grew up admiring. JJ is a constant breath of fresh air, Morgan's consistent strength has built up your own moral. Garcia took no getting used to, lifting you up and settling into your life easily. Hotch is intimidating but kind under the colder-tones, long glances sometimes distracting but oterhwise comforting. Emily is easily one of your favorites on the team, friendly and whip-smart. But, at the core of it, you're shy. Painfully so, even.

The team caught onto this quick, settling into the truth that your observational nature that makes you so adept at noticing the smaller details is bound to weep into your social life as well. So, despite your comfort levels rising with the team, you find these situations hard. Do you explain your nightmares to Emily? Share that you're a diagnosed insomniac who spent the night watching FRIENDS reruns after chasing sleep that pranced beyond reach?

"You're better than me, then," Emily says, smiling over her mug. Her eyes tell you she's pleased at the little crack into your life that you've let her see. They're all like that: insufferably kind and polite with your introverted nature but greedily sipping up everything they can learn about you.

"It's a new development," you admit, clicking start on the machine and settling back against the counter facing her. Something about your sleepiness makes it easier to talk, your tongue looser, your ache to let loose around the team more profound. "I'm sure most of us are insomniacs, though."

"Not me," Emily says, chuckling. "I get home and feel like I don't wake up until I get back here."

"Ah, well, I'm sure it can feel like a curse no matter what way you fall," you say with a shrug. Emily lifts her coffee in cheers to that.

"Morning," Morgan says, turning into the kitchen and giving you a surprised smile. "Hello, sunshine, you're looking bright eyed today."

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. "I know, I know."

Emily points with her chin at you, "She's making the coffee this morning."

"Ah-ah, remaking it because you and pretty boy always get here first and finish the first pot." Morgan teases her with a slight shake of his head, grinning and opening the fridge to pull out the creamer.

"Well, you snooze you loose. Or," she sends you a smile, complete with a little nose wrinkle and a tilt of her head, "you don't snooze and still loose."

"Clever," you say, voice dry with humor, hiding your laugh by turning around as the pot finished brewing. "I'll remember this later."

"Careful, she's got teeth," Morgan warns Emily, reaching around you to grab the coffee before you can and filling his cup.

"Hey!" You call in protest, voice raising louder than usual and a pout hitting your lips. Morgan laughs, white teeth on display, eyes crinkled at the corners.

"Here, here," he says, placating, tipping the pitcher to fill your cup as well. "Any sugar or cream to placate the beast?"

Before you can answer, a laugh on the tip o your tongue, Hotch walks in and settles his watchful eyes on you, interest sparking them. You shrink, not in fear but in self-awareness, and send him a closed lip smile. Stepping away from Morgan, you turn quickly to fix your own coffee.

"Good morning," Hotch says, nodding at Emily and Morgan, answering Emily's question about Jack's recent sickness (he's recovering well, thank you) and trying to catch your eye.

You duck away, cowardly and regressing back into your shell, deciding it's time to get to work and stop indulging. You catch Morgan tease Hotch as you leave, though, "Aw, you've scared her off."

You try not to think about it as you duck away, pushing all thoughts of your boss away.

You're unsuccessful.

The problem isn't that you're afraid of him because you think he's mean or unkind in any way. He's done his best to welcome you to the team, allowing you to take investigations in your own direction and listening to your insights since day one. There was a brief moment in your first week where you felt tested, like his questions weren't to gain your insight but to see if you were up to the task, but you slipped past that easily. you have the credentials to back yourself up. you're quiet, yeah, but you're always right on track to where you need to be. pulled early from academy to jump into investigating was hard but it made this easy. a few years of experience under your belt and the job feels natural and, even with the shift in teams to join the big guns in Quantico, you feel like you're exactly where you're meant to be.

No, embarrassingly, this has nothing to do with you not liking your boss or being afraid of him. Rather, he makes you too comfortable. He ducks his head to hear you speak as you walk and talk, settling deep eyes on your face. He's sturdy, dependable, and exactly everything you're all too interested in.

You hate it, harboring a school crush on your boss like you're a teen pining over your teacher. You know it's normal, you know it's perfectly reasonable and there's absolutely nothing wrong with being attracted to him, but you still slink away from him more than the others because of that attraction.

Because it's more than physical.

He listens when you talk. Granted, so do the rest of the team - they're profilers, of course they catalogue everything everyone is saying for future reference. But, beyond that, you catch him paying attention. He complimented your new blouse earlier in the week and it caused air to catch in your throat, suffocating you. It looked new, bright white and without wrinkles, but you knew he must have been looking, noticing, to remember you not wearing it before. He's kind, remembering details about you and the team and using them to aid in everyone's comfort. He knows Spencer can't handle dairy and you've heard him reminding an intern to stock the dairy-free alternatives for creamer in the jet. He brought you a neck pillow on your second flight because you didn't have one.

That gift you accepted with stuttering thank-you's and a flushed face. It hadn't flared this crush, but it definitely aided in your ability to accept it when you finally got around to no longer avoiding how he made you feel with every kind smile and gentle good morning.

You settle down at your desk, putting your steaming mug on a pile of paperwork you really need to sort through, and try to physically push the thoughts out of your head by ranking your hands through your hair, lifting it from your forehead and squeezing your eyes shut. Today isn't the day. You're too tired, sure that the team will be flying out today, and really need to be on your A-Game.

"Everything okay?" A calm voice asks from your elbow. When you look up, you decide the universe hates you. Hotch is leaning on the desk adjacent to yours, holding his own travel cup full of fresh coffee, chin tilted down to check on you. His gaze is kind, light on your face, and his eyebrows are lifted slightly. You get the feeling that he's doing everything in his power to present himself as less imposing.

"Yes, of course," you answer automatically, heart thudding in your throat.

"You know, you shouldn't lie to profilers," he says, tone teasing, voice still low. "If you're tired, it's okay to admit it to me, too."

You're about to brush him off when something in your brain freezes before clicking into place.

He's looking at you, pleading, expression open. He's usually guarded, professional. Caring, but with a guard up. Rare are these moments of genuine asking, especially rarer so are the moment of pleading hidden behind a mask of gentle humor. You think, briefly, about how it must seem to him. He heard you, Emily, and Morgan joking in the kitchen. You haven't been here long, you're shy, but slowly thawing to everyone but him. He doesn't know your reasons, he couldn't, you've made a genuine effort to hide them, and you force yourself to see it from his perspective.

"Sorry," you say, softly, slowly. "I didn't sleep well. First nightmares and then insomnia. Hence," you gesture toward your mug. You shrug, heart beating out of your chest, eyes searching his. Nice, be nice, be open and kind and yourself. "At least I have FRIENDS reruns to keep me company."

You see something relax in him at your gentle offering of the information. He sends you a not-quite-smile, nodding once and pushing himself off of the desk he was lightly leaning against.

"Take a few minutes, I'm sure JJ will call us in soon." He scans your face for a moment before looking down at your desk. He reaches forward, slowly but with purpose, and lifts a file that has been nagging you for days. The new computer system is hard to get used to and the paperwork load is heavier than you've experienced before. "I can help you with this to ease some of your load, too."

He's walking away before you can protest, tucking the file under his arm and ducking into his office. He moves swiftly, leaving no room for argument, and you're left at your desk, mouth agape and heart in your mouth.

"Wow," Spencer says, jolting you in your chair to spin around and face him. His desk is near yours, across a walkway, and you hadn't registered him sitting there. You think he was nose-deep in a book when you walked in but you hadn't been paying attention. "I don't think I've seen him warm up to someone that fast," Spencer admits, leaning back in his seat and giving you a confused look, eyebrows lowered. "Actually, he's never offered to help me do my paperwork. Ever."

"That's because you read far too fast for it to actually help you," you offer, mind racing, words hollow as your thoughts are elsewhere.

Eyes trained on the windows of Hotch's office, you take his advice and relax for the few minutes before JJ comes to gather you all in the conference room. Coffee on your lips, you let yourself smile behind the rim of your mug. You can't imagine how you could think of anything other than that, really.

[westanleovaldito]

Not So Bad

Summary: Reader cutting Spencers hair.

Fluff, scissors, mentions of mental illness and sensory issues.

Written with early seasons/autistic Reid in mind. Hardly proofread

Spencer was... Introverted, to say the very least.

He reluctantly let you into his life. He never really liked trusting people, but you felt different, calming, almost. Like he didnt need to break down his walls, because you scaled them with such quiet ease.

He took you on a few dates. Soon, you lost count of how many nights you spent on the floor, reading and waiting for the library to close, secretly hoping you'd be forgotten and be trapped in there for the night.

How many afternoons you'd spent in the corner of a coffee shop, buzzing with caffeine and letting him ramble every fact he knew, letting words sink into you so you could bounce back with equal enthusiasm.

All you knew, it was enough for him to know he wanted to bring you into his space. He took you back to his apartment.

It was a massive step for you two, for him to trust you in his space, to figuratively and literally let you into his mind and heart.

You didn't really know what to do. You took your shoes off at the door, stood awkwardly as he gave you the tour, restrained yourself from touching every trinket.

Eventually, he went off to the bathroom and you stood with your head cocked to the side, reading the book titles on his shelf.

"Ugh, I need to cut my hair again." He groaned. As you turned, you saw him messing with his hair in the mirror nearby.

"I think it looks nice." You say in response, humming as you shift over to meet his gaze through the mirror. "Your waves are really cute- I like them"

He pursed his lips and ran a hand through his hair before turning to look at you. "I never really learned to take care of them..."

Tilting your head, you reached out to touch him. Quickly pausing, you retract your hand. "Sorry- c-can I..?" Waiting for his nod before you ruffle his hair. "You cut your own hair?"

Spencer never liked barbers.

Never.

Too many sensations, touches, the talking? And the fact that a stranger was holding scissors near his hair? A stranger that never ever followed his instructions or systems- and almost always cutting it wrong?

Ok, that sounds horrible and rude... He just... couldn't stand it.

So, he started cutting his own hair at home. For a moment, it was nice. He liked the 'tssssip!' Sound, the feeling of cleaning the hair off the floor and sink, how sterile he felt- no feeling of the social setting seeping into his skin.

Then it started to become a chore. The ache his arms got from trying to reach the back, the fact that he never got it just right- ok. The back was the worst of his problems. And he never really trusted his mom with the scissors.

He also hated how people always touched him when they found out he did his own hair, inspecting him, likely judging him. You weren't like that- you were talking to him- shit

"I- uh- yeah" he nodded, bitting his lip. "I know it looks bad- I just-"

"I cut my own hair too" you interrupt softly, moving to look at the back of his head. "My mom hated it, but couldn't stop me."

"My mom never noticed..."

A sad hum from you, who was now analyzing him. He had seen that look before, from an artist who was looking at a blank canvas. "When did you start?"

After my mom's schizophrenia got unbearable?

"I don't remember..."

It wasn't a full lie. He didn't remember what age he started, but he didn't tell the whole truth either.

"Hm... want me to try?"

Spencer hesitated. Visibly thinking. Did he really trust you enough? Did he even need a haircut that badly?

The thoughts persisted until he was staring out the bathroom window, with you seated contently on his counter.

You had yet to start snipping. He could still back out- did he want to back out?

"Just- just a trim?"

Why did his mouth betray him?

"Just a trim?" You ask skeptically. "Not even a scalp massage? A kiss for luck?"

He turned around with a begrudging smile. "If you need luck, I'm not sure I trust you with my hair!"

"I'm kidding! I jest, my love!" You giggle, turning him back around. Pressing a kiss to the back of his head, you carefully take a strand, and cut it.

After he got out of thinking about the germs and the best, most logical way to do it... He... liked it. It was pleasant! You didnt talk to much, your touch was delicate, you had scrubbed your hands before you started, you even hummed along to some song he couldn't place.

When you turned him around to cut his bangs, you carefully brushed his hair behind his ear and cut it at the right length that he could keep it out of his face!

Every small snip was with him in mind. And when you were done? How you shook out his hair and then the towel, setting the scissors in a cup of alcohol.

Pulling back and cupping his face with such delicate reverence that he almost never felt. "I think I did a pretty good job..." you murmur, scanning every inch of his face.

It was such a soft, intimate moment between you two. He let you in, and you held him like a glass flower.

"I- I dont think it's bad..."

You look back to his eyes with a cocked brow.

"I haven't even seen it... you're in the way of the mirror" he chuckled reluctantly.

"Sorry~" you mutter in a mock apologetic tone before pressing a kiss to his lips.

He almost forgot about how much he wanted to see his hair, before you parted, and slid off the counter.

Maybe he didnt have to cut his own hair anymore.

[formulafanfics13]

could you write Ollie Bearman dating physics student!reader please and thank you. 🐻❤️

gravity - OB87

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summary: Ollie Bearman is fast, famous, and stupidly hot — and you’re just a university physics student trying to mind your business. He falls first. You fall harder. And suddenly, theoretical forces have nothing on the way he looks at you.

warnings: fluff, university AU, nerd x athlete dynamic, very soft smut (oral f receiving), protective Ollie, awkward academic environments, Ollie being a lovesick fool, clever/introverted reader, mention of anxiety, established relationship vibes

You meet him in the worst possible way. You're in the library, hunched over your thermodynamics notes, wearing joggers, a hoodie three sizes too big, and exactly zero percent of your usual social skills. You’re also muttering to yourself like a lunatic, trying to reverse-engineer a problem about entropy gradients when someone taps your shoulder.

You look up. And it’s him. Ollie Bearman.

Formula 1 driver. Walking meme. Public heartthrob. And apparently, a confused boy holding a Mechanics for Engineers textbook. “Sorry,” he says, voice low and very real. “Are you the physics girl?”

You blink. “The... what?”

“You helped my mate Alex in week two,” he explains. “Said you were some kind of quantum genius.”

“Alex cried during quantum.”

“Still passed.”

You sigh. “What’s the problem?”

He grins. “I need help understanding how the fuck potential energy is real.”

You groan. “It’s stored energy.”

“But it’s not doing anything.”

“It could do something.”

“So it’s imaginary.”

You grab his textbook. “Sit down.”

It doesn’t take long for everyone on campus to know. That you’re dating. That he’s obsessed. That the golden boy of motorsport is 100 percent, violently in love with the quiet girl who once submitted a complaint because a tutor misused the term ‘net force’ in a lecture.

At first, it’s awkward. He’s all media and adrenaline and fast cars and sprint races. You’re all caffeine and brain fog and equations and fuck, is this due today?

But Ollie slots into your life like he was born for it.

He walks you to class. Carries your backpack. Sleeps over and sets alarms for you. Sits in the back of the lecture hall and waits while you ask the prof things like “why didn’t you account for relativistic momentum?”

Your classmates are stunned. Your professors are quietly impressed. And the internet?

The internet loses its mind.

“HOW DID A FORMULA ONE DRIVER FALL FOR A GIRL WHO OWNS THREE CALCULATORS” “ollie bearman and his hot genius girlfriend” “you’re telling me the grid’s future champion is dating an undergrad???”

Ollie just laughs.

He loves it. Loves how different you are. How smart. How fucking sure of everything you say. Even when you doubt yourself, you never stop pushing.

He tells everyone who’ll listen, “She’s smarter than all of us put together.

Your anxiety gets bad around exam season. You stop eating properly. Sleep like shit. Spiral over problems you already know how to solve. You start thinking Ollie might get bored. That he should be with someone who isn’t too stressed to shower. Someone who belongs in his world.

He notices immediately. One night, after your last physics review, you crawl into bed and collapse face-first into the pillow.

Ollie watches you for a long moment. Then he says, “Do you know what I love about gravity?”

You groan. “What.”

“No matter how far I go, it always pulls me back to you.”

You turn your head. “That’s not even how it works.”

“It is in my version.”

You laugh, cracked and tired. And then he crawls over you, lifts the hem of your shirt, and kisses your inner thighs like worship. Like proof.

You pass every exam.

Ollie shows up to your results presentation in full Ferrari gear, holding a bouquet of wildflowers and yelling “THAT’S MY FUCKING GIRL!” across the lawn.

You flush. He kisses you anyway.

[covenha]

Shame | JWY

Synopsis: Wooyoung can't stop thinking about you (and what he wants to do to you ;) Pairings: Jung Wooyoung x fem!reader Genre: smut (+18), mdni WC: 1010 Warnings: this contains smut so if you don't like what please click away! reader ovulates, wooyoung having major pervy thoughts a/n: I wrote this all in one sitting after doing so much math for a booth making competition so there's probably grammatical errors and this might be all over the place woops, but at least I'm back from the dead! formatting for this one is non-existent but I don't have the time (or energy) to stretch this into a proper fic so this will have to do. I cannot stress enough how this is FICTION and this definitely is not telling of how the characters in this story are irl. And as always, feel free to leave your feedbacks in the comments or request something, they are much appreciated. Enjoy!

So imagine this, you get a notification from your period tracking app that today you are ovulating but you don’t pay it much attention

You haven’t been having such a great day so far, the coffee machine broke for reasons unknown so you haven’t had your daily dose of caffeine, you misplaced one of your bluetooth earphones so now you have to survive a day with ½ of your music fix, and to top it all off, because you were busy looking for your missing earphone you lose track of time and miss the school bus leaving you no choice but to walk to school 

On your way to school you pass by one of your upper classman’s house, Jung Wooyoung , vice-president of the radio broadcast club who’s in charge of school announcements 

You give him a polite smile and walk on your way, but you slow down when he shouts at you to wait up

He suggests you guys walk to school together since it “just makes sense”, the introvert in you is dying to say no but the people pleaser in you just nods along to his suggestion 

As he’s busy yapping about the festivities at your school’s upcoming founder’s week, you feel a weird sensation start to rise in your body

Unbeknownst to you, Wooyoung happens to have a black cat that he so lovingly calls “toothless”, an animal whose fur you happen to be very allergic to

You start sneezing every now and then, interrupting Wooyoung’s monologue on how the school should be investing better speakers for the football field, the first few times he just shrugs it off to some cool morning air sniffles but as the sneezes get a tad bit more aggressive he starts to feel concern for you

He asks if you’re okay, to which you just say that “it’s probably pollen or something” and he just nods at your reason

But as the sneezing doesn’t stop, a few blocks away from your school, he asks again “Are you really okay?” and then he puts a hand on your forehead to check if your temperature is up 

He feels your skin is a little warm and offers to walk you to the nurse’s clinic to which you repeat what you said about it probably just being allergies

But he relents and brings up how you feel like you might be coming up with a fever 

You sigh at this. because how were you supposed to bring up that your elevated temperature was probably just because it was this time of the month?

As Wooyoung continues to urge you to at least ask for some medicine from the clinic you just decided, you know what? I’ll just tell him, he definitely won’t stop until I tell him. So you cut him off and say “It’s because I’m ovulating.” 

Then comes a pregnant pause (I intended this joke okay please laugh)

“Oh.” is all he has to say. He feels the blood rushing up to his cheeks (but also down there if ykw I’m sayin)

“Yeah. That’s why I’m a little warm today.” You just give him a tight smile as the both of you enter school premises. 

He doesn’t have much to say as you guys walk into the hallways, I mean how could he even talk to you after that? 

He had the fattest crush on you since you signed up for the photography club last fall, and boy was he smitten. He was so excited to see you walk past his house this morning that he basically yelled at you to stop in your tracks. (This was not one of his proudest moments but he’ll just have to move on and rant about it to toothless later when he gets home.)

You had the prettiest smile, an infectious laugh, and you had a humor that just had him in a chokehold. So when you said so straightforwardly that you were ovulating, he didn’t know how to react. 

He liked to think that he was better than to fantasize about you in a sexual way, I mean, you barely knew him. Up until this point, he was probably just the Junior Social Sciences student who yelled at you to walk to school with him. 

But the way you looked when you were focused on taking the best shot, with your camera all adjusted and moving to get the best angle. He was weak to his body’s primal desires. 

Even as you both exchanged pleasantries as you parted ways, you were still on his mind. He was so unusually silent that even his friends started wondering if something wrong was going on with him. 

It was midway through a psychology lecture that he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. How soft your skin was, even from the few seconds that he put his hand on you. He bets the rest of your body is just as soft…. Soft and supple and aching for him to take a bite out of. 

He wonders if your moans are soft and breathy during foreplay, then he imagines your noises getting more whiney and drawn out. You’d look so cute all teary with your eyes squeezed shut as he kept hitting that special spot in you. 

He wonders if he could make you beg… to go harder? For more? To stop? Who knows what's going on in his brain. He just knows that he desperately wants to know how you sound when he angles his thrusts to hit nice and deep. 

But most of all, he wants to know just how much you can take. I mean it would be such a shame for you to not be pleasured when your body is at its prime. 

That night, he jacks off to the thought of you. And as he lays there on his bed watching his cum drip down his softening tip, he thinks to himself how it's such a shame that it be wasted like this.

Because he would rather it be dripping out of you. 

[bloodygyaruuu]

I've seen a few people ask other people about their shipping headcanons. What are yours for metadede?

i have been JUMPING to answer this question for like a month now so here are some pictures and explanations of my favorite idiots ever <3

(excuse the late reply, I promise I haven't been ignoring you. ik, very rude of me.)

my crazed reasoning here...

Alcohol Tolerance - I'm in full belief that Meta is the lightweight of the relationship. I mean, just look at him. That tiny frame can't handle the amount of modelo and beer he wishes it could (although he probably prefers sweet drinks in private). Dedede probably carries to his bedroom with some cold bottles of water, liquid iv, and a trash can prepped for the ever-imminent hangover awaiting them.

Love Languages - Out of the 5 love languages, I feel acts of service best coincides with Meta's personality, considering it's literally his job and how he is far more of an "actions over words" individual. Dedede best suits words of affirmation imo since someone with such heavy leader qualities most certainly knows how to captivate a crowd with his words which would seep into his love life. However... Dedede's eagerness to shower his partner in compliments and sweet nothings is betrayed by Meta's unbearable embarrassment and shyness when it comes to being treated tenderly. It's not to say Meta wouldn't enjoy being tended to, he'd just rather jump off a bridge than allow himself to be emotionally vulnerable, even with his partner.

Introversion vs. Extroversion - I think everyone with eyes and a working brain can agree that Dedede is extroverted while Meta is introverted. However, I feel these parts of their personalities would really shine when speaking to each other in a private, intimate setting. Dedede most likely leads the majority of the conversations between the two while Meta sits and listens deeply. Not to say the knight doesn't have his little quip or comment every now and then, but would prefer to stay silent and listen to his partner speak about trivial things. (although meta would have his moments of rambling on and on when dedede entertains one of his interests. ((autism maybe)).

Banter - I don't have a super in-depth reasoning for this one, but Dedede would def asks Meta random questions to make sure he's paying attention to what the pair are doing. In relation to the image, Dedede is asking him to help pick out which robe to wear. While Meta doesn't care that much about fashion, he's more than willing to participate because of how much love he has for his partner.

Taste Preference - I said in headcanon 1 that I believe Meta would prefer sugary, alcoholic drinks over anything else. I'm holding that truth towards caffeinated and soft drinks too. If he were to order coffee from a chain establishment, it'd probably be the color white due to the amount of cream, sugar, and flavor pumps in it. On the contrary, I feel Dedede would prefer teas and sodas. Maybe a nice chamomile to unwind and a soda to pair with the 50 pounds of red meat he likes to consume on the daily.

Arguments and Quarreling - They're each short-tempered and hot-headed in their own right, but the way they show their anger differs greatly. Dedede feels near-immediate anger that is amplified by his loud and bold nature. While he's more openly angry, this fury dies fast, considering his reasoning for the anger is often ridiculous, and he likes to outwardly dramatize his feelings (also getting these feelings out quickly helps him get over any irrational thoughts down the line). On the other side of the spectrum, Meta wouldn't yell out a string of slander when he was irritated although he'd try to logically prove why his view was the correct one. He'd bottle up his feelings deep inside him until they bubbled into a mess of resentment and grudges until he explodes with fury. Similarly to a star, he'd burn out quick- never exactly learning his lesson after this happens. The couple bicker frequently, but always make up the same day while over-apologizing for their respective faults.

Separated Thoughts - They'd probably HATEEE being away from each other for extended periods of time. If nobody stops them, the two just end up rambling on about the other until they run out of breath or everyone even partially listening makes their great escape. Dedede and Meta have their own work duties away from each other for often weeks at a time which puts a lot of strain on their yearning hearts. While they message and call near daily if one of the pair is on a work trip, they each miss the other's touch and kinda miss smooching to the point it distracts them from their responsibilities. (Galaxia would def tease Meta in regards to how much he thinks about the King in a romantic light.)

Body Temperatures - These two are extreme opposites in nearly everything they do and everything they are. Their body temperature is no exception. Everything about Meta is cold from his personality to his tiny hands, while Dedede holds in heat like a sweltering furnace. When the two cuddle together in the same bed, Meta melts into his partner's chest while the King tries oh so desperately not to throw the knight across the room when he's assaulted by freezing cold hands. When they hold hands, they create a perfect, affectionate temperature.

PLEASEEEEEE feel free to add on to my headcanon's here or even talk about your own hc's that I missed. I adore this kind of discussion. I couldn't get my 346 page list of hadcanon's and thought's into these characters in one post so perhaps I'll make a follow-up in the future, but I just love my near-middle aged man yaoi so much I just want to talk about it all day.

[robinvomit]

Damian would be the first of his brothers to start a family (marriage and planned kids) and Tim would be the last. Probably gets an accidental pregnancy by the time Damian's kids are in middle school or sum

Also, Jason is a girl dad and the oldest is his carbon copy, not just in physique. I don't know why people have Dick as the girl dad when it's obvious Jason was born to have daughters, he exudes girl dad energy.

Dumb parenthood headcanons because i'm on the mood. Thoughts?

-Selene 🌚

Why do you hate me so much— you're supposed to be my soulmate, not my arch nemesis 💔💔 I will not tolerate girl dad Tim slander around here. And we aren't going to pretend TIM would be the one doing anything by ACCIDENT, ma'am, t h a n k s.

Jason is 100% a girl dad, yes. Dick could have both, ngl — he would be over the moon thrilled either way. Damian would have more than one — he'd probably have like.. three, at least — I see two girls, one boy, the son being the oldest and basically drilled every day on how to protect his sisters 😤

Tim's daughter would actually just be an asshole. I don't mean "mean girl" vibes either — she'd be very similar to how Bart was in school, in Impulse. Blunt, literal, introvert, comes off as an asshole just trying to exist — she's basically 90s Bart mixed with 90s Tim because she'd also have warmer qualities when she got around to it.

And we all know damn well there would be one person for each family that would almost get killed because their child has one of those toddler crushes 💔 Roy, Kon ( 'wow.. just like his did.' — said tims partner, much to his wanting to die. ), Wally, Jon ( fuck you, dc. ).

Dick's daughter would somehow end up hating everything related to gymnastics, dance, theater and cheerleading. His son would end up influenced by Jason and end up writing a book. But, as sad as he'd be initially, he would support literally anything they wanted outside of murder and criminal activity. Worlds biggest fan of his kids. Would be the one crying on their first day of school. WOULD be the pissed off parent slamming doors when he got called in because his kid is in trouble for defending themselves.

Damian's children would be so well behaved? And i don't mean terrified, scared to breathe wrong. They would be so fucking well mannered and sweet. Because they have their dad's manners and belief on respectful, meanwhile his partners sweetness and soft heart. Surprisingly, not as suffocatingly smothering and hovery as you'd think he would be. Because his kids would know how to take care of themselves. Not the same as he did, which he would absolutely never do, but self defense would be a must. And, he trusts them.

Jason's daughter would simply be a menace that's a complete mix of her environment. Not touching a single piece of technology, out of his supervision, until she's 16. No tech household — we play board games, read books and play outside in this house. Probably takes an interest in bow and arrows before even asking her dad about his weaponry ( i feel like i shouldn't HAVE to clarify this but obviously no guns around his kid until she's older and can be sat down, talked to, educated, etc. ) She would just nod along, seeming interested before just:

uh huh.. uh huh.. mhm.

are you even listening?

yeah, it's interesting. hollow points are cool.

that's your biggest interest?

yeah.. oh hey, can uncle Roy take me to get a bow?

are you fucking kidding me ( he would be grateful she didn't WANT a gun but also want to strangle said uncle. )

Tim's daughter abhors computers, caffeine and staying up late. She would 100% be a nerd. Straight A's, good schedule, clubs, extracurricular. However, everyone would probably assume she's just that — a nerd. passive. etc. Until she gets called in for breaking someone's finger and Tim's just standing there, in the office, like:

okay, why?

he kept touching me

and did you warn him?

three times!

tim, looking at the principle; it sounds like he deserved to get that finger broken, so what's the problem?

Damian's children are very very very animal oriented and have asked for every pet known to man.

Dick's kids just like to fuck with him, ngl. Probably Wally's fault.

Jason's daughter can and will lie directly to his face, with zero tells and he's proud but also very terrified for what that means.

Tim's daughter has surpassed every achievement he's ever had outside of vigilante work. Grades, skating, hacking, etc. Even if it's something she hates, she is somehow flawlessly better than him and he could not be prouder.

Tim's daughter probably doesn't like Jason's. Dick's kids are probably wary of Jason's AND Tim's daughters. Damian's kids get along with everyone, somehow. Varying ages, obviously, but the older ones are still very protective of the younger ones. Which would order as: Damian's, Jason's, Tim's, Dick's.

Damian wants a family. Jason wouldn't say no to kids. Tim wants something of his own. Dick hesitates because of how much of himself he gives to others.

They would all be generally hesitant because the world is a shit place.

Tim's daughter has a WILD obsession with glitter to the point he has become actually traumatized.

One of Damian's kids eats meat, much to his disappointment.

Dick's son drew him as a hero before ever learning anything about him and he nearly melted.

Jason's daughter quietly started learning irst aid and light medical training when she was around 15 after seeing him come home hurt. ( hate me but I always picture him as a single dad otl )

Tim has never actually hated anyone more than his daughter first partner. Not because it's his daughter but because '...she has taste for shit, how did this happen?' ( and his partner just.. staring at him like; wanna think about that, babe? )

Jason refuses to date until his daughter is much older, mid to late teens because he doesn't want to go through the replacement or forcing a figure on her phase. Plus, he'd be SO cautious of who he brought around her.

Dick spoils his kids beyond belief. Like. The type to constantly remind them of why and how he can do these things for them so they don't turn into little goblins.

Damian is the type of parents to teach his kids very young how to save, have multiple skills, etc. But not the.. weird tiktok mom forceful kind of way. He would be pretty gentle, ngl.

Jason would 100% end up with the daughter who's around audhd.

Tim's daughter is probably either tone deaf or colorblind and he doesn't learn that til she's like 15 and looking at him like omg dad isn't this blue so pretty? And he's like, squinting at the color: ...come again?

Dick has watched soooooooooooo many hair tutorials. He owns so many combs, brushes, clips, ponytails, headbands, bows— he prides himself on being able to do absolutely anything asked of him.

Damian, despite WANTING a family, cries when he learns they'll be having kids the first time. Like. Out of sheer joy but also already proud of them.

[girl-named-matty]

Random Sebastian Sallow Headcanons pt.5

Just really random headcanons about Sebastian Sallow, what more can I say?

Loves reading biographies. It's always an opportunity to learn, and we all know how he feels about that. However, I think he'd like reading autobiographies even more since he thinks it's more interesting coming from the perspective of the actual person.

That being said, he also has a diary he writes in quite often. And yes, he doodles in it constantly.

Pretty decent in Wizards Chess; however, he's only beaten Garreth once because we all know how good those Weasleys are at Wizards Chess. But Sebastian is 100% definitely the kind of guy to over-analyze every single move to the point where it's hardly fun to play with him anymore, but hey, at least he's determined!

Definitely the "rules are meant to be broken" kind of guy, but he understands the difference between important rules and useless rules (kinda 💀).

Coffee was definitely different back then; however, he'd probably be a bit of an addict, to be honest. I just KNOW that boy is staying up wayyyy too late and needs the caffeine to stay up. (He hates the taste, but it gives him energy before it makes him go kaput lol.)

He's an extrovert, but put a good book in his hands, and he might as well have become an introvert with the way he's ignoring people.

Big fan of exploring, whether that's the grounds around Hogwarts or exploring some book/literature. He likes being out in nature, so you can best believe he's been to the Forbidden Forest quite a few times.

He's quite a big flirt but doesn't know much of what to do after that. Flirtatious behavior comes naturally to him as he's a pretty confident guy, but once the other person actually shows genuine interest in him, he gets a little stuck because he was not expecting it.

He's clumsy; let's be real here.

Can trip on his own shoes, up the stairs, down the stairs, on air; literally anything. It happened a lot more when he was younger, and he's gotten better about fixing his balance, but he used to have bruises all the time from where he had fallen. (Me too, Seb. Me too.)

A tad impatient but not out of malice, he's just the kind of guy to really want to get up and do things, to try and get them done. Dwelling on issues has never brought him any peace of mind, so he's ready to get in there, do the job, and get out. Which could possibly lead to quite a few of his issues LOL. (ifykyk)

You know how his hair is hard to draw? (artists, I can hear you screaming from here). Yeah, well, it's hard to style as well. Ever since he was a boy, his hair was always quite messy, and his mother used to try her best to tame it, but he was a rather energetic boy, so it didn't really stay how it was styled.

And he never got old enough with his father for him to teach Sebastian how to do it, so he kinda had to learn it himself. But hey, we all love Sebastian's iconic hair. (Let's be real; we all probably want to run our hands through it.)

Behind his teenage-ish recklessness, his ambition contributes to his devotion. He's a very devoted person, whether that's to what he believes in, what he does, family, friends, or lovers; he's just a really devoted guy.

If he were in modern times, he'd have great music taste. I can't tell you exactly what he'd listen to since I have too many opinions about that overall; however, I can tell you that it absolutely rocks.

Over all, as much as I like to joke about this little twit, I love him. ;)

[bts-isiah]

𖦹°‧𓂅 ISIAH’s RELATIONSHIP W HYUNG LINE

“I didn’t grow up with older brothers, but I ended up with four of the best hyungs in the world.” – Isiah

⠀⠀─── ა ྀིྀི ⁀ RM (Namjoon)

ℐׅ ─ Dynamic: Founding Bond, Quiet Trust

ℐׅ ─ Ship Names: Namsiah or IsaJoon

ℐׅ ─ Vibe: Leader & Anchor, Wordsmiths, Long walks with deep talks

ℐׅ ─ Popularity Scale: 9/10

ℐׅ ─ Namjoon is the reason Isiah joined BigHit, and their relationship reflects that foundational trust. Isiah looks up to RM deeply, often calling him “hyungnim” out of pure respect.

They are each other’s creative soulmates — constantly trading lyric notes, playlists, and book recommendations. Namjoon once said Isiah reminds him of “a younger version of myself… but with a British accent and too much caffeine.”

“He’s the first person who believed in me. I’ll never forget that.” — Isiah

“He brings fire into the room, and peace to the people he loves. I admire that.” — RM

They’ve been spotted walking through bookstores together, and during Festa, Namjoon gifted Isiah a rare poetry collection signed by the author.

⠀⠀─── ა ྀིྀི ⁀ Jin (Seokjin)

ℐׅ ─ Dynamic: Chaos and Comfort

ℐׅ ─ Ship Names: Seomin or Chaotic02s

ℐׅ ─ Vibe: Roasting each other while cooking, giggling like siblings

ℐׅ ─ Popularity Scale: 10/10

ℐׅ ─ If Namjoon is his philosophical grounding, Jin is his comedic opposite. Their humor bounces off each other like a variety show — full of sarcasm, affection, and unstoppable banter. Jin acts like a parent sometimes but also treats Isiah like his mischievous younger twin.

Isiah once shared that Jin was the first member to cook for him after he joined, and that meal made him feel “safe in a place that wasn’t home.”

“You either fight with Jin-hyung or laugh with him. I do both in the same sentence.” – Isiah

They once did a VLive called “Eat Jin with Isa” that had ARMYs crying laughing.

⠀⠀─── ა ྀིྀི ⁀ Suga (Yoongi)

ℐׅ ─ Dynamic: Quiet Trust / Creative Soulmates

ℐׅ ─ Ship Names: MinMinhyun or Yoonsiah

ℐׅ ─ Vibe: Studio silence / unspoken understanding / late-night lyric edits

ℐׅ ─ Popularity Scale: 8.5/10

ℐׅ ─ Yoongi and Isiah have a deeply understated but powerful bond. They’re both producers, both perfectionists, and both introverted in completely different ways. Isiah said he used to be intimidated by SUGA at first — “he always looked like he was three seconds from murdering someone” — but over time, they bonded over their mutual love for layered sounds and genre blending.

They don’t talk a lot publicly, but in the studio, they’re unstoppable. ENRAI’s first solo album STARBOY includes a hidden track produced with Yoongi — a fan-favorite.

“Hyung doesn’t say much. But when he does, it’s exactly what I need to hear.” – Isiah

“He reminds me of myself, just louder and shinier.” – Yoongi

Yoongi gave him the nickname “Problem Child, Genius Mind.”

⠀⠀─── ა ྀིྀི ⁀ J-Hope (Hoseok)

ℐׅ ─ Dynamic: Sunshine vs Storm, Dance Kings

ℐׅ ─ Ship Names: Hopsiah or Isahope

ℐׅ ─ Vibe: Dance-offs, fashion wars, emotional hugs after practice

ℐׅ ─ Popularity Scale: 9.5/10

ℐׅ ─ J-Hope was the first hyung to break through Isiah’s walls when he joined. Their bond is all about movement — dancing together, syncing energy, and just vibing. Hobi is someone who hypes Isiah up before every performance. He believes in him loudly and often.

Their synergy is unmatched — when they perform together, fans call it “thunder and light.” They constantly hype each other, wear matching streetwear, and even once choreographed an unreleased song together for FESTA.

Isiah has said: “Hobi-hyung sees the light in people and then forces you to see it too.”

“I wish I could bottle Hobi-hyung’s energy and wear it like perfume.” – Isiah

“This kid is a volcano in disguise. He’s got fire under that smile.” – J-Hope

⠀⠀─── ა ྀིྀི ⁀ Overview

The Hyung Line = His Foundation.

They raised him with laughter, trust, and real talk. He, in turn, gave them youthful fire, creative chaos, and unshakable loyalty.

He once said: “I may be part of the maknae line, but the hyungs are the reason I am who I am.”

[makingfanfictionstosleep]

sweeping you off your feet for the second time

an : rafayel x nonmc | nonmc is introverted & nonconfrontational | mc is the girl bestie of nonmc | college au | tried to make it fluff but maybe i failed | typed on my phone & non proofread | might be triggering for some - read at your own risk cause its hard to make a label for every single thing | i wrote this cause i wanted to hurt myself

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CHAPTER THREE

The morning light, usually a gentle reassurance, felt harsh on your heavy eyelids. You’d barely slept again, the raw ache in your chest refusing to subside. You went through the motions of getting ready, picking out another simple outfit – a pale blue sweater, dark jeans, practical boots.

Your eyes scanned the campus quad from your dorm window, hoping to time your departure to avoid him. You craved anonymity, a fleeting moment of peace where you weren't the "gullible plain Jane" of their cruel comedy.

Your usual caffeine stop was now a solitary ritual at the obscure café, far from any reminders of shared caramel macchiatos. The iced latte, bitter and cold, was the only thing that felt right these days.

You nursed it as you made your way to your morning lecture, head down, shoulders hunched, a phantom shield against the whispers you imagined every passing group was exchanging about you.

The lecture ended, and you gathered your books with practiced speed, ready to slip out, a shadow disappearing among the shuffling students. You were almost to the door, a breath of freedom within reach, when a sudden, jarring presence blocked your path.

“Not so fast, cutie.”

Rafayel. His voice was smooth, trying to sound chill, but there was an unmistakable undercurrent of irritation, a razor edge beneath the usual charm. You knew that tone. He was annoyed. Terribly annoyed. Nobody left Rafayel on read. Nobody. Especially not you.

You froze, your heart seizing in your chest. You didn't dare look up. You could feel his heat, his presence, too close, too overwhelming.

He stepped closer, expertly caging you between his arms and the cold, unyielding wall. The faint scent of turpentine and his expensive cologne, once intoxicating, now felt suffocating.

“Care to explain why you’ve been acting like I have the plague?” His voice was low, a dangerous rumble, barely audible over the receding chatter of students.

His eyes, you knew, would be burning with that unsettling, possessive intensity you'd once misinterpreted as affection.

You pressed your back harder against the wall, trying to shrink into yourself, desperately avoiding his intense gaze.

You couldn’t look at him. You simply couldn’t.

“I… I haven’t been avoiding you,” you mumbled, the lie tasting like ash. Your mind raced, scrambling for an excuse, any excuse, but your brain felt sluggish, numb.

There was nothing. No academic project, no sudden family emergency, no plausible reason for your sudden, desperate withdrawal.

Rafayel scoffed, a short, sharp sound of disbelief. He tapped his foot impatiently against the linoleum floor, a rhythmic thud that hammered against your raw nerves.

His expression, you could feel it, was demanding an answer, an explanation for your defiance. He wasn't used to being denied, not by anyone, and certainly not by you.

But before you could string together a coherent sentence, before the sheer pressure of his proximity forced a confession from your trembling lips, a burst of familiar laughter echoed down the hallway.

“Yo, Rafayel! What’s up, man? You coming to the studio?” It was his friend, the same one who’d scoffed about "plain Jane" just two nights ago.

Then, his eyes landed on you, pressed against the wall, trapped by Rafayel. “Oh! Look who it is! Cutie! Haven’t seen you around lately. How’s it going?”

His voice was sickeningly friendly, too friendly, an oily sincerity that grated on your raw nerves. The mocking tone was thinly veiled beneath the manufactured joviality. It was a stark reminder of their game, their shared secret.

Rafayel’s head snapped towards his friend, his gaze momentarily distracted by the interruption, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face before he forced a charming smile. It was the only chance you had.

With a surge of adrenaline born of desperation, you ducked. You slipped under his arm, a swift, almost clumsy movement, and fled.

You didn’t look back, didn’t breathe until you were halfway down the hallway, the sound of his startled voice, then his friend’s continued laughter, fading behind you.

You just ran, a plain, heartbroken girl escaping a game she never asked to play.

You spent the rest of the day in a haze, your heart still pounding from the adrenaline of your escape. The confrontation had rattled you more than you’d admit, even to yourself.

You ate dinner alone in your room, picking at lukewarm leftovers, the bitter iced latte from this morning still echoing on your tongue. The thought of seeing Rafayel, of facing his infuriated questions, of hearing his friends’ knowing chuckles, filled you with a profound dread.

Later that night, as darkness settled over campus, your phone buzzed again, vibrating insistently on your nightstand. You instinctively knew it was him. You stared at the screen, a knot tightening in your stomach. He usually respected your space, especially late at night.

This was… new.

The phone rang again. And again. He was persistent. Annoyingly, relentlessly persistent.

Finally, a text came through, terse and demanding: "I'm outside your dorm. Come out, cutie. We need to talk."

Your eyes widened in surprise. He never visited you at your dorm. Never. It was an unspoken rule, a boundary of your friendship, or whatever it was now. A wave of panic mixed with a hot flush of anger washed over you. Was he actually going to cause a scene?

Another text followed, almost immediately.

"If you don't come out, I'm staying here. And I'll ask every single person who leaves if they know a 'cutie' who lives here."

You cursed under your breath, a strangled sound of pure exasperation. He wouldn’t. But then again, this was Rafayel.

The charming, entitled Rafayel. He absolutely would. The thought of him, loud and conspicuous, standing outside your dorm, questioning strangers about you, made your stomach churn.

You couldn't risk the attention, the inevitable whispers and knowing glances that would surely follow. Your carefully constructed invisibility, your desperate attempt to fade into the background, would be utterly shattered.

You didn't have time to change. You were still in your thin t-shirt, which, now that you thought about it, clung to your body in a way that felt entirely too revealing.

Your denim shorts showed your legs, usually hidden beneath baggy jeans or long skirts. You dreaded seeing him, dreading the vulnerability of your appearance, but you couldn't risk him making a scene.

With a heavy sigh, a sound of utter defeat, you pushed yourself off your bed and unlatch your door. The cool night air hit you immediately as you stepped into the hallway.

He was there, leaning against the wall opposite your door, bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. His arms were crossed, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. As your eyes met his, his gaze swept over you, slow and deliberate.

You felt it, the way his eyes drank in your unguarded appearance, the thin fabric of your shirt clinging to you, the bareness of your legs. He saw the flush on your face, the slight trembling of your hands, and a silent, knowing comprehension flickered in his intense eyes.

He knew you must have rushed out in panic, exactly as he’d intended.

A strange, almost hungry look entered his gaze, a subtle shift in the dark depths of his eyes. He thought silently, a silent hum of reconsideration in his mind:

"Maybe… maybe she can be my type after all. Maybe there’s more to the plain Jane that everyone is calling. So much more when she's unguarded like this, all for me and nobody else."

He straightened, pushing off the wall, and gave you that devastatingly charming smile that usually made girls swoon.

You used to swoon too, your heart a dizzy mess, but that was before he played you, before you heard the casual cruelty of his laughter. Now, it just felt cold, a practiced performance.

He reached out, taking your hand, his touch sending a conflicting jolt through you – a ghost of the warmth you'd once craved, mixed with the chilling reality of his deception.

He tugged you gently, making you sit beside him on the narrow bench by the dorm entrance.

You were just tired. Exhausted. And deeply, profoundly hurt by everything – the games, his friends’ mockery, the constant, gnawing shame. All you wanted was to go back to your room, crawl under your covers, and try to forget.

You didn't let him talk. You couldn’t. If he started with his questions again, with his fake concern, you might break. So you blurted out, the words tumbling over each other, a desperate attempt to create a believable excuse.

"I wasn't avoiding you on purpose, Rafayel! It's just… I've been really stressed with school work, you know? And all those projects, they’re just piling up. Plus, I've been feeling a bit under the weather, which is why I'm kinda out of it these days."

You didn’t know why you couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth, to scream that you knew about the dare. Maybe you were scared of what he'd say, scared to hear him actually confirm it, to see the admission in his eyes.

Maybe, just maybe, a tiny, foolish part of you was still clinging to the desperate hope that he was just putting on an act for his friends, that his true feelings for you were real, hidden beneath layers of bravado.

So you made another excuse, spun another lie, thinking that this is the only way to give yourself peace – even if it was only temporary.

Rafayel seemed to accept your reason. The irritation in his eyes faded, replaced by that familiar, softened gaze you’d known since freshman year.

He became affectionate again, his hand gently stroking your arm. You tried to recoil, a primal instinct to pull away from his deceptive touch, but you didn’t want another argument, another scene, not tonight. So you just let him.

He leaned in, his lips brushing your forehead in a gentle kiss. Then, he pulled you into a hug, a deceptively comforting embrace.

You felt his hands snake around the small of your back, his fingers resting just above your shorts, a lingering warmth that felt both familiar and alien.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "Good night, cutie," he whispered, his voice soft, almost tender.

You tried – so hard – not to get swept away by it, by the familiar comfort, by the phantom of what you wished this could be. You kept thinking silently, a desperate mantra in your head:

"This is just Rafayel's game. Rafayel's actions to win the dare. Rafayel's fake affections. None of it is real. None of it is real."

You managed a weak, almost imperceptible smile against his shoulder. "You too. Go home safely."

And then, you pulled away, stepping back into the perceived safety of your dorm, the cold comfort of your shattered reality.

[phightingheadcanons]

i’ve been rlly obsessed with shuriken recently so here’s a small part of my headcanons for him except i don’t have a very canon-compliant view on him (^^;;

people always say that shuriken’s love language would be touch but that is so wrong. it’s gift giving

shuriken is a compulsive liar, and a damn good one at that

shuriken is somewhat of a hoarder and sling is constantly having to buy new dishes/glasses because of shuriken forgetting to put the dishware back into the sink after using them

shuriken is into woodworking with his gear and particularly likes making bunraku puppets (he exclusively makes dolls of himself and vine because he doesn’t know how to make anyone else. he tried making sling once but it was so bad he got pissed off and destroyed it. also, he asks vine to make the clothes but sometimes he tries himself—they’re never as good as hers though)

vine & shuriken made up their own language and only they understand it

shuriken is really scared of needles/hospitals/doctors/anyhthing medicinal in general and will go into a nervous fit whenever he has to go to a checkup. he only trust vine and her healing

masc!shuriken is transhet (sorry lol)

fem!shuriken is bisexual with fem preference

shuriken can give a really good massage. he is also really good at sailing/rowing boats.

broker once kidnapped shuriken to use him as bait to try to contact silver shadow. (she didn’t/doesn’t know they are the same person)

when he was a baby (16) he accidentally impaled a darkage clan member with his big ass horns

shuriken gives people tattoos for some extra cash

vinestaff has a very crude stick-and-poke she got when she was 15 from shuriken on her ankle. (they wwre too poor for fake skin so shuriken had to use her to practice 😭😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷)

before shuriken became the silver shadow i like to think her civilian wear was much more colorful and expressive. now she’s emo

broker is his horn dye dealer lol.….. 🙂‍↕️

vinestaff left for crossroads first (because she doesn’t have a mask, which is very important in thieves’ den culture) and shuriken lived on his own for a year or two before vine/sling sent over enough bux to get him to crossroads

whenever shuriken gets a bruise or cut he can’t hide, he just disappears until the injury is healed and/or becomes less noticeable. sometimes he’s just gone for days at a time.

his arms are constantly shaking from the amount of caffeine he drinks simply to stay awake.

sometimes, right before she’s about to head back home, she’ll stroll around thieves’ den and visit the places she and vine lived

during the day, shuriken is sullen & paranoid, but when the night falls/when he becomes silver shadow, he becomes very witty, confident, and determined

i think because vine and sling don’t notice/they’re unaware of shuri’s activities he feels a bit lonely. (i know that he does it out of the love of the game but maybe. he’slike not content with his life)

bushy eyebrow shuriken supremacy

his voice claim for him is yosuke hanamura/chat noir (but specifically season 5 and 6)

out of his siblings, shuriken is actually the most introverted. he’s not shy just very independent

speaking of shuriken’s introversion, she does not like ANY of sling’s friends and whenever boombox/skate come over he tends to get really ‘passive-aggressive’ however this is mostly directed towards skate. shuriken is mostly neutral towards boombox but he still finds them annoying.

shuriken is extremely good at board games, particularly mahjong, but is absolutely terrible at video games (vine is the exact opposite)

has a really big soft-spot for children (this was inspired after seeing an inphernal who looks like him in the background of ditf buying a pizza for a kid lol)

he is like the ultimate cat-repellent. whenever he gets near a cat it’ll start freaking out and scratch him. nobody knows why

major sleeper build. his arms in particular are quite muscular. (not large but very VERY toned) despite this, he is the least athletic of his siblings.

whenever shuriken (or his siblings) gets approached by someone who acts very similarly to him, he gets very off-put and somewhat jealous.

recently, sling & shuriken’s relationship has been kind of strained… 😗

shuri is a very good gymnast

despite being a, surprisingly, good artist, he can really only draw/paint realistic landscapes. he doesn’t paint often though

shuriken can go from being an absolute slob to a complete and utter clean-freak within a span of a day.

huge martyr complex, and if anyone knew about him being silver shadow, he’d be really smug about it

has a really weird music taste. sometimes he’ll listen to these very upbeat and melodic tunes and then a moment later he’s listening to the most soul-crushing and depressing song ever

sometimes, when he’s at his wits end, he hallucinates ‘apparitions’ of himself as silver shadow in the mirror whenever he’s washing his dye off. he gets really freaked out about it.

-🗡️🩷

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[faerghusfucker]

hi friends, im gonna temporarily stop answering asks for the next two-ish weeks until i finish school for the year feel free to keep sending them, in fact i encourage you to keep sending them bc they make me really happy!! i just won’t be responding until things start to blow over. lil vent below the cut 😭 gonna get a lil personal but like it’s fiiiine. ive vented and deleted stuff on here before within like a few hours but i will probably leave this one up until i start answering asks again just bc i think it’ll be good for me to leave it out in the open for a little while and have an explanation for why it might look like im ignoring everybody 😭

so this has been a school year from hell. my previous school shutting down with a week’s notice (google uarts if you’re curious) and transferring from art school to a stem school is a super hard thing on its own, but i pride myself on being a pretty resilient person, and that combined with my love of my field (game design) and my love of learning and academia made me want to just keep moving and keep going and get this degree. and that was working for a while, or at least right now it feels like that was working. but i feel like im running out of steam now.

when i was in high school i was determined that i would never let gifted kid burnout catch up to me, that i would somehow be different and i would carry on being stupidly high achieving throughout university despite the fact that im paying for my degree on my own, im living away from home for the first time, and im taking a really rigorous course load. SURPRISE SURPRISE THATS WILDLY UNREALISTIC and im now burnt out to a degree that i have never been before :3 love it

i’ve also been having a lot of mental health troubles this year like. outside of the burnout 😭😭😭 it’s been a super isolating experience to move to a new part of my city and have to let go of my previous hopes and dreams of my college experience and have to accept this new one in its place. my previous school always felt too good to be true for me and now that i know that it was, it’s really really hard to plant any roots with anyone or anything and feel like it’s gonna last. if my fucking university closed then how can i trust anything to last??? i haven’t been able to join any clubs or make friends here because im like. what’s the point. it can literally all go away in an instant. i went from hanging out with my irls every single day to being lucky if i talk aloud to someone other than myself 💀 im more of a homebody/introvert but it gets to a point. the autism and bpd definitely do not help things on the social front or the general wellbeing front either lol, i feel like im either exhausted or actively crashing out every moment of the day, and the only times that im not either of those things are when im engaging with this blog or with my interests but that isnt very conducive to being a productive student now is it. theres also the fact that i lost a grandparent this year and ive had so many people and animals in my life dying in recent years that like. idk its starting to feel like this is just a plague im dealing with now. also my parents are likely divorcing soon and so thats bringing up a lot of flashbacks and unpleasant feelings. the divorce has been a long time coming but that doesnt make it any easier to just have it reiterated and reiterated that wow i really am from a broken home 😭 i was set up to fail in this life from the start lmao.

i also have been having physical health issues that i have a feeling are a result of stress and if they’re not then they’re very scary to me 😭😭😭 i’ve had a caffeine addiction since i was like 16 and im normally able to manage it with just one coffee per day but because of school and such ive been drinking more and more coffee to the point where im having more of it than i do water or food in a day and its kinda sorta really bad. and every time i try to decrease it i get horrible horrible headaches and no work gets done and then the cycle starts all over again. sometimes even if ive had like 2-3 coffees i still have a dull headache happening!!! i have one right now!!!! and if it’s not dull it’s a genuine splitting migraine that makes me feel like i’m having electricity pulse in my skull every time i open my eyes or move. i’ve had migraines recently that made me scared that i was having a stroke (im a mild hypochondriac but even despite that. crazy.) if it’s not headaches happening then it’s a bulimia relapse because caffeine fucks with my appetite and makes me nauseous if i have too much. i also get like. weird nervous system things. i’ve had a few seemingly random periods where ill just have chills for no reason, or my hands or legs will go numb, or im super brain foggy and my stutter is bad, and it scares the shit out of me!!! i had an anxiety attack like half an hour ago and then i couldn’t feel my hand!!! that shit scared me so bad that i started writing this post. also for the past few months my heart has not beat at a rate less than 90 bpm so i love that for me that’s so awesome im not gonna have a heart attack at all. as i type this i think my roommates are playing football in the hallway???? the ball just slammed rlly loud into my door and i sobbed lmao i’m so chill actually i’m the most chill person

if you read all this uhhhhh thank you i love you i send you hugs‼️ i might still post whatever art i end up making while i try to calm myself down and im still gonna be like. on here. just not as much in my askbox bc when i feel like i have an obligation to someone and im not meeting it it stresses me out. thanks for understandingggg im gonna try to stop shaking and then go back to work lol any good vibes/encouragement/whatever is appreciated i love you guys, i think this blog might have been like The Thing getting me through this year lol.

[friendsoup]

hallo :3 i think requests are open so i came to ask of any scared medicine pocket headcanons

you can decide scared of what and why as you see fit

thank you for feeding us 🙏

(feel free to ignore this if reqs are closed)

Scared! Medicine Pocket

Recipe: Medicine Pocket, Slight Angst, Angst and Comfort

WC: 294

Chef's Note: I had a lil bit to say about Scared!Medi... They're such a fun muse!

Medi HATES the fact that they get scared. They hate the weakness feeling scared brings, they hate how useless it makes them. However, they tend to get scared very easily.

What scares them? Emotions, mostly. Feeling any sort of vulnerable makes them extremely anxious, to the point of tears. They fear that displaying these emotions makes them lesser, and that other people will criticize them for it.

They’re also terrified of death. Especially other people dying. They hate to admit it, but they do care about others, and the thought of their friends dying is enough to make them feel sick.

When they’re afraid, it’s visible all over. They begin to shake, choke out sobs, and curse relentlessly. They’re the type not to show their fear until they literally cannot hold it back any further, so what you see is the worst of it.

They’ll try to isolate themselves when they’re scared. They don’t like showing people these feelings, and they don’t want to be a burden. However, if they’re alone, it’ll only get worse. Luckily they have good friends (and dogs) who’ll seek them out when they’re afraid. 

Will try to give you a boldface lie when scared. “I’m alright!” or “What do you mean scared?” Meanwhile their face is all puffy from crying and they have snot coming down their nose. (Medi isn’t a pretty crier by any means). It’s better not to push them on this, as it’ll only push them away. But subtle reassurance goes a long way with them.

They’re an introvert, so they need some nice comforting quiet in order to feel better. Some time spent with a book, or their dogs. Just lazing about until they feel human again. Maybe an energy drink to regain some caffeine. 

[axelmanicconstantpanic]

Putting my own spin on the TagTeam HCs

So, me and my partner ship TagTeam, I have my headcanons... thats kinda all you need to know.

Ao3 appears like a really kind, stoic person and tries to be really pleasant and lovely, but is really the most difficult to navigate, emotional mess (like how everybody assumes its a walk in the park when they first get on and, 10 minutes later, are wondering what DD:DNE means)

The pair bond over mutual ships

They have always wanted to start a comic together because Ao3 can write and Tumblr can draw (both can do both, but those are the mains)

As said on multiple occasions, both are genderfluid.

Tumblr is pan. Ao3 refuses to label, but just generally likes everybody

Tumblr drinks a lot of caffeine and is always either massively tired or massively hyper- no in-between.

Their first date was at the movies. At the end, the two immediately started shipping 2 of the characters. Thats how they knew that they were right for each other.

Tumblr is an extrovert with decently-low energy. They go to bed early and wake up late.

Ao3 is a massive introvert with relatively-high energy. They go to bed at 3am and are somehow able to wake up at 8.

They have matching wedding rings. Tumblr's has a silver band with a red jewel, Ao3's has a black titanium band with a sapphire.

They have an absolutely massive library, like srsly huge (mostlt Ao3's creation)

Ao3 can and will kill for Tumblr. Tumblr would do the same, but enlist Ao3 to help hide the nody

Anyways, you get the point. TagTeam forever!

Credit to my partner @just-a-silly-rat for the idea