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bonkers-4-hatter · 2 months

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@sacredwarrior88 asked: To celebrate my birthday today, may I please request headcanons for Hotch, Derek, and Spencer having a female S/O who owns a bar that’s famous for selling special drinks based off certain characters like this?

Of course!!!! I know I already told you, but Happy Birthday! I hope you had a great one!!! I hope you enjoy the headcannons hun!! <3 <3 <3 You're amazing! :)

Headcannons with !Female S/O that make drinks around their personalities:

Hotch (The Black Manhattan):

You were closing up the bar for the night, you decided to close early since Aaron said he was leaving work early.

He recently closed an intense case and you were glad he was listening to your advice of taking a break before jumping into more work.

The front door of the bar opened and Aaron walked through locking the door back up and made his way toward you.

You noticed his feet dragged a little bit making you worry.

"Hey there handsome, sit down I got the thing you need."

He smiled softly at you and sat at a barstool.

You started to pull out ingridients and glasses. You saw the perplexed look on his face.

"I know that look Aaron, we can talk about it at home, for now let me make you a drink, something new I thought of. You'll like it."

You can see his eyes analyzing the ingridients in front of him. "Coming up with a profile for the drink I'm making?"

He gave a short laugh. "Something like that Y/N."

I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice, adding Rye, Amaro, Aromatic Bitter, Orange Bitters and stirred. Aaron had a relaxed look on his face as he watched me work.

Straining the liquid in a double old fashioned glass, I garnished it with an orange peel on top and slid it out to him on the bar top.

"One Black Manhattan on the house"

Aaron thanked me and took a drink.

"It's an elegant drink that has a bittersweet taste, but the aftermath leaves your mouth sweet and wanting more...kinda like you Aaron."

He laughed finishing the drink. "It was a great drink Y/N, can I give you a tip?"

"Sure?" I wasn't sure where he was going until he leaned over the bar top and kissed me.

Spencer (Lemon Lime & Bitters):

It was late, about 3:00 AM and you were cleaning up from a busy Saturday night. You let your two employees go as your boyfriend Spencer said he was coming to help you close up.

A soft knock on the front entrance made you look up.

Spencer was there with a smile on his face waving. I went and let him in giving him a hug as I closed and locked the door.

"Thank you for helping Spence! You're the best!"

"Of course Y/N, I'm sure you're exhausted after tonight. I wanted to make sure you got home safe and I didn't want you alone here."

You smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bar.

"Take a seat, I'll whip up a drink for you, and yes, it'll be 99% non-alcoholic, I promise."

Spencer smiled happy you remembered he was taking new medication and couldn't really drink.

"This drink reminds me of you, but since you love your puzzles, I'll let you try to figure it out as I make it."

He smiled as I started to gather my ingridients. I saw his eyes glancing at the labels and I could practically see the gears turning in his cute little head.

I fill a glass to the top with ice, chopped a lime in half and squeezed the juice of half of it into the glass. Then, I filled the glass with lemonade then topped it off with five drops of Angostura Bitters before stirring and adding a slice of lemon and lime.

Sliding the drink over to Spencer, I gave him a warm smile. "Here we go, one Lemon Lime and Bitters on the house for one cute special agent."

I saw his cheeks flush. "Thank you Y/N." I watched as he took a drink as he let our a sigh.

"It's really refreshing and kind of sweet with the lemonade."

"It reminds me of you Spence. Someone who's refreshing, sweet and pretty to look at."

I laughed as his face turned beet red.

Derek (Cuban Old Fashioned):

It was winding down at your bar as a familiar face walked in. It was none other than Derek himself with a swagger in his step as usual.

"Hey babygirl!" His voice was loud and proud as the few stragglers looked up at him as I waved back a goofy smile on my face.

I ran around the bar and hugged him, as he hugged me back. "Alright, you guys gotta go, my girl needs to close up."

The few stragglers who were intimidated by him followed his instructions as they slugged off thorugh the front door which I closed and locked up.

Turning to Derek, I put my hand up to my forehead and 'swooned'. "Oh, my hero." He laughed at my dramatic display before cleaning up the tables the stragglers were at and flipped the chairs upside down so the cleaning crew could sweep.

I was finishing some things behind the bar as he slipped into one of the barstools, his eyes following me as I cleaned.

"Ya know, it's rude to stare at a bartender when shes not making you a drink." He laughed and looked me up and down. "Then how about makin' me a drink babygirl?"

I roll my eyes but get some ingridients out. "One mystery cocktail coming up...wanna take a guess at what I'm making mr. profiler?"

I take a cocktail shaker out and add bourbon, simple syrup, fresh lime juice and Angostura bitters. Filling it with ice, I pop the top on and shake it all vigorously.

I did a few tricks with the cocktail shaker, flipping it, shaking it behind my back, all the pretty things to get you extra tips.

Grabbing a chilled coupe glass, I strain the mixture into the glass and top it with some Prosecco and garnished it with fresh mint leaves. Sliding the drink over to Derek, I blew him a kiss.

"Here you handsome, one Cuban Old Fashioned. Wanna take a sip and see why I think this drink is you?" He grinned and took a sip as he let the flavor linger like I taught him to do. He had a puzzled look on his face. "Okay, I give, tell me what this is me Y/N."

"Well, it has a complex flavor mixture that makes you taste something different each time, but underneath it all, it has a sweetness that's addicting and once you have a taste, you're always coming back for more."

Derek downed the rest of the drink and bit his lip looking at you from across the bartop. "Better hurry and close up babygirl, becuase I'm about to show you something else that comes back for more...and more...and more."

You've never closed up the bar faster in your life after those words were said.

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user-rui · 8 months

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The Oblivious, the Hydrangea, and the Fool

A bit different then my usual reader inserts, these people actually have names. These characters are still a bit of a blank slate, but let me know what you think of these two.

I'll probably do a continuation or more stories with these characters if people like them. Feel free to comment down ideas for a continuation or just headcannons for the characters, more inspiration the merrier.

I'd like to think this is a bit of a bitter sweet story, but let me know what you think of something that isn't reader insert for once. With that said, let me present to you...

The Oblivious, the Hydrangea, and the Fool

“Hey, Lan, look! It seems we’re going to have a white Christmas this year too,” a silver haired figure reaching out to catch the fresh snowflakes calls out in a sweet and gentle voice that stands out among the city sounds. As a cool breeze flows through the night streets, soft, hurried footsteps grow louder as another man comes up from behind the owner of the sweet voice.

“You walked too fast, Nusui,” Lan comments, catching his breath. “I take my eyes off of you for one second to get some coffee and you disappear like thin air,” he said, handing Nusui a cup of coffee. In that brief second, Lan’s expression flashes from his previous concern to a goofy, bubbly smile. “Thanks Lan, you always know what I need most,” he chuckles, taking the cup in both hands and holding it close to his nose, taking in the crisp winter air mixed with aromatic coffee.

“Let’s go visit my mother this year as well,” Nusui suggests, leaning against his boyfriend’s shoulder, rubbing his face into the other's winter coat. Some snow on Nusui’s silver hair flutters to the ground after the impact. “That sounds good. What should I bring Mrs. Siltra? Maybe something different from last year, right? Would sweets be good? Hmm, maybe something for her health… Even though we’ve been dating for so long, I’m still so nervous, haha.” Lan speaks his thoughts, slowly shifting to a mumble as his brows furrow from using his last remaining brain cells.

Letting out a sigh, Lan leans in and rubs back, relaxing his forehead. His soft blonde hair tickles the others’ cheek as his arms find their way around Nusui’s waist. “Suuiiii~ I wanna kiss!” he pouts, leaning in closer to his boyfriend's face. “O-once we get home, okay?” The silver haired boy blushes, his hands pushing against Lan’s face like a cat desperately putting its paws against its owner. “Alright, I’ll remember that,” Lan said with a seductive grin, causing Nusui to blush an even deeper shade of red. “A-anyways, whatever you get my mom, I’m sure she’ll be happy,” Nusui stuttered out, escaping from his boyfriends grasp and speed walking forwards a bit. “Last year she seemed quite happy with the tea and tea set you brought.”

“I’m glad she did,” Lan whispered softly, his eyes softening and a pained expression slowly spreading across his face. “Please listen to my request, Lan. Play the fool, act dumb, do not let him know of our conversation tonight, do not let Nusui feel any more pain. Please, do what I could not and protect my son’s smile.”

“-an. Lan Elysr? Earth to Lan! Are you still there?” Nusui asks, waving his hand in front of the blonde’s face. Snapping back, he immediately changes his expression to his happy-go-lucky attitude from earlier. “Aw, you walked away so fast, I just wanted to see you come back for me. It was so cute!” Lan exclaims, giving his boyfriend a big hug. Making a surprised noise, Nusui’s silver hair bounced up and down as he embarrassingly dodged Lan’s hug and walked ahead. “Hey, wait up Sui!” Lan called out, rushing to keep up with his embarrassed boyfriend.

After heading back to their home and getting ready for their long weekend, both boyfriends stumble into bed together, gently making out in each ohter's warmth before Nusui tiredly falls asleep from their day out. Lan watches as the silver haired head lays on his chest, pulling the blanket up to cover his boyfriend’s shoulder. He turned and closed the lamp on the nightstand, a once soft orange hue illuminating the room replaced with ghastly shades of blue from the night beyond the window. Much like the falling snow, Nusui’s silver hair reflected the moonlight, softening the dark navy night. Lan’s expression became serious once again, as his hands stroked the soft silky hair on top of him. “It’s been a few years already,” he whispered softly. “Am I doing alright, Mrs. Siltra?”

It was during their last year in highschool. After switching up homerooms, Lan laid eyes on the silver haired boy sitting in the seat in front of him, instantly captivated. So captivated he couldn’t even hear the teacher call his name during attendance, causing the class, and the boy in front of him, to let out chuckles. “I’d like to be your friend!” Lan proclaimed, stopping the silver haired boy before he could leave his seat after class. “O-oh. Um, sure. You’re Lan right?” a curious gaze looked right at the blonde haired boy. “Y-yeah, you can call me Lan. What’s your name?” he asked in return. Instead of receiving an answer, the silver haired boy only laughed, the sunlight shining in from the window making Lan’s vision of him glistening. “You can call me Nusui. I mentioned it when the teacher was taking attendance.” Lan seemed to have a moment of realisation, “Oh, right! Attendance,” Lan exclaimed, his eyes fixated on Nusui.

“You’re staring a bit, is there something on my face?” Nusui asked, touching around his face. “N-nothing’s there, you just look really pretty,” he blurted out before noticing what he said. Lan’s face flushed in embarrassment from what he just blurted out. “I-I’ll see you in our next class, be right back!” Lan stuttered, running out of the classroom as his face turned redder, leaving a flustered Nusui blushing just as much in the empty classroom. One event after another, and the two ended up dating half a year into the school semester.

“Why don’t you come over to my place today?” Nusui suggested. “It’ll be an at home date! We can play games, and then have dinner. A-and maybe you can sleep over too. I’d really like that. Tomorrow’s the weekend after all,” he continued, blushing near the end. “Sounds great, I’ll be looking forward to it. I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind,” Lan replied, taking his boyfriend’s hand seeing the rather empty school hallway.

“Thank you for having me, ma’am,” Lan greeted, seeing that Nusui’s mother was home. “Uh, m-mom. Can Lan sleep over? He got his parents’ permission,'' Nusui asked, avoiding eye contact and grabbing the edge of Lan’s jacket. “Of course, you boys have fun. Your exams just concluded, haven’t they? I’ll get you two snacks as well,” she chuckled softly. “T-thanks mom. Let’s go to my room,” Nusui said hastily. Lan nodded and left with his boyfriend, with Nusui partially dragging him upstairs. But, upon passing his mother, Lan noticed the sudden change in expression. It was a pained one, a muted one, a secretive one. The blonde haired boy stayed silent, but couldn’t get it off his mind.

“Let’s sleep, I’m getting sleepy,” Nusui yawned, placing the game controller in his hands on the table. “Me too, it’s getting late,” Lan replied. “I’m going to use the washroom real quick,” leaving after receiving a nod from his boyfriend. However, he ran into Nusui’s’ mother, who seemed to be holding a picture in front of a simply designed wooden box.

“Oh, it’s you,” she said after turning around to see who it was. “Excuse me, I was just going to the restroom,” Lan explained, a bit nervous. “You’re.. You and my son are in love, aren’t you?” she said, out of the blue. Shocked, Lan stumbled over his words, sounding panicked, “ah, n-no! W-w-we’re f-friends.” Nusui’s mother chuckled, a soft expression growing over her, vastly different from what he saw earlier. “It’s just a mother’s intuition, though your tone doesn’t sound too convincing. Don’t worry, I have nothing but support for you two. So long as my son smiles happily, that’ll be enough for me,” she said with a sigh.

“Can you.. do me a favour?” She asked suddenly, her expression changing to what he saw earlier once again. “What do you need help with?” Lan asked. As Nusui’s mother tried to form words, her hand moved from the picture to her mouth as she tried to keep her tears in. Sensing the severity, Lan panicked and brought the tissues on the table closer. “I-I am not a good mother,” she began. “I have made the environment of this home one that makes Nusui uncomfortable, to the point where he would not come home after school,” she confessed.

She held out the photo. It was of a young woman, arms wrapped around a younger version of Nusui’s mother , both of them in highschool uniforms. “I… was in love with her. Just like you two, it started during highschool. We went to the same university, and drifted apart once we graduated. She never knew my feelings, but my husband seems to piece together the story. His expressions are the same as mine when I learned she was getting married. He’s been coming home later and locking himself in the guest room. I’m sure Nusui has felt something off, but he’s never asked. But I could see the fear in his eyes when we would be in the same room. He must be so confused, but I can’t bring myself to tell him. I can’t...”

Lan listened silently. There were some dried flowers in the box, hydrangeas. They were the young woman’s favourite. Their meaning – grace, beauty, love – embodied the young woman very well. “Please listen to my request, Lan. Play the fool, act dumb, do not let him know of our conversation tonight, do not let Nusui feel any more pain. Please, do what I could not and protect my son’s smile. Please, treat him right and give him as much love as you can,” she said shakily, drops of tears trickling down her cheeks. “I’m trying to make amends, but I cannot find a way to talk with Nusui just yet…”

“Rest assured, ma’am. I love Nusui. It was love at first sight,” Lan explained, handing her another tissue. “One day, when you’re ready, please tell him. I’m sure he won’t hold it against you. Nusui might not show it, but he cares about you too.” She nodded, burying her face in the tissue. “Y-you should go to sleep, I’m sorry for telling you about my own troubles all of a sudden. And, thank you, Lan. Thank you so much.” Lan only nodded, before heading back to where the silver haired boy had fallen asleep. “I will protect your smile,” he pledged softly.

Lan let out a soft sigh, continuing to run his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. “I’ll protect your smile. I’ll make sure it shines brighter than any hydrangea in the world.” The blonde haired male laid comfortably in bed with his boyfriend in his arms. The snowfall outside caked layers and layers of white upon the world, covering everything in its path. “Even if it means playing the fool for the rest of our lives."

#bxb #original story #bittersweet #original character #angst #boy love #original content #continues #random thoughts #text post #random #writing #short story

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wisdomssdaughterr · 2 years

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Also also since we’re talking about this: I once read a fic about Steve being aromantic which could work!! He could be demiromantic!! Which is a person who only develops romantic feelings for another person when they have a strong emotional connection to them. Like he falls for Nancy soo hard and it seems like they do have an emotional connection. Especially after the whole ud thing in season 1. I think if I remember right Nancy thought of it as a fling in season 1 but the way Steve was acting makes it seem like they really did have an emotional connection. Or that he really does have an emotional connection with her but that it’s not reciprocated in season 1. Idk how the whole thing works soo But I may be wrong on this sooo. And it would explain much more why he confessed that he has feelings for Robin because they have a very strong emotional connection. They literally almost died together and all that jazz sooo yeah. And it would also explain why Steve is having such a hard time connecting with the girls that he goes out with. In season 3 he’s trying to get ladies and fails at it every time. And then in this season goes on a whole spiel to Robin about wanting a connection and not just having sex. Like ahh I think it’s such a cool headcannon and to me it just makes sense. But idk what are your thoughts?

omg wait I love that ? aromatic steve ? absolutely ! demiromantic too ! I really, really wish they'd take his character in the same direction they seemed to be in s3 and emphasize the importance of platonic relationships instead of romantic ones for steve. show me co-dependent robin and steve ! not stancy or even steve with some random girl they toss in towards the end of the season just to give him a cliche "happy ending" (before they kill him off) I think it would mean a lot to a lot of people if they stayed with the importance of friendship and how you don't need a romantic partner to be complete

#answered ask #stranger things #steve harrington #kat tag!#inbox

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0erpro · 3 years

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I LUV UR HEADCANNONS

what headcannons do u have on Saiko?

HE WAS THE CHARACTER I FORGOT ISNIC omg

While I don’t like his character very much, I can definitely have some headcannons for him.

Saiko is (at least in my mind) in the closet. Like deep in the back with all the old clothes he doesn’t wear. More or less scared to come out.

After seeing what nendo did with the suitcase of money he used to buy off nendo and with how the others view him as a friend and not just a wallet, he changed he thoughts on money. He thinks of it now as just, paper with worth really.

He spends time with mera a lot. Mainly to learn more what it likes to be in a lesser situation then himself. He does “forget” money there a lot. Always tells mera to use it for herself/her family because “I have way to much money to worry about some simple day spending money”

He/they and aromatic. Again, still in the closet but is getting the braveness to come out to saiki and the others,

Talks to nendou on a daily basis, talking about their days and mainly what ever comes to mind for the two of them

He is actually a rather smart person. He doesn’t normally pay off people to do his homework/school work for him. Saiko is definitely a smart person wether it’s in psychology or normal school work.

Him and hairo play basketball with a few others over the summer sometimes. They get really into it at times and need to call breaks so people can take a breather and get a drink of water.

Sets him self an allowance to spend every month. If he doesn’t spend over the amount, he’ll put that money away just incase of anything. But if he does spend over the amount he set, saiko will take money out of the savings.

He takes his friends out to eat over the summer too, most likely after a basketball game or just to cool off.

I can probably think of more, but if I do smoke will come out of my ears. /j

Thank you for liking my head cannons btw! These are really fun to write/come out with

#0erpro #0erpro head cannons #saiki k headcanons #saiko metori #saiko headcannons #headcannons #tdlosk #coming up with these headcannons made me like saiko more #huh I didn’t expect that lol

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crustaceousfaggot · 3 years

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For the character headcannons, martin blackwood?

1: sexuality headcanon

Demisexual gay guy. In terms of gender I'll read anything, but I have a special soft spot for Martin as an AMAB nonbinary man

2: otp

Do I even need to say? Jimothy Jarchivist Simothy. I also love the idea of Martin having an aromatic allosexual relationship with Tim, but I wouldn't call it an OTP

3: brotp

I'm a sucking for platonic or queer-platonic S1, Tim/Sasha/Martin, but I also love love his interaction with Melanie in S5, wish there was more of them but The Fandom Hates Melanie

6: one way in which I relate to this character

Man, this might be basic but the Lonely stuff hits hard. Similar to Martin I love people and consider myself an extrovert, but I have a very hard time opening up to people, and the way Jonny wrote the Lonely is such a good parallel for the cold fuzzy comfort of withdrawing yourself and just drifting numbly through life. I'm doing much much better now, but Martin's arch still resonates with me

4: notp

Please!!! Stop shipping him with Peter Lukas!!! On one hand I get the appeal of writing toxic manipulative relationships and I'm not gonna be telling anyone what they should or shouldn't be writing just so long as you tag your shit, but man I can't stand that pairing. Get away from him and go back to your Greasy Eye Husband, Peter.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Martin loves to cook and is really fucking good at it, but he normally doesn't get a chance. Almost the entire time we see him at the archives he's living off freezer meals and cheap takeaway because he just doesn't have the time, money, or motivation to cook for himself. At the safehouse he picks up some stuff from the village and makes something for him and Jon, and Jon is honestly blown away.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

I hate the infantalization and fatphobia disguised as support that shows up in the fandom, it makes me very uncomfortable. He's not a "round soft teddy bear boy" and I hate how the fandom is so reductive of him, and when people notice this and call it out they often blame the way he was written, rather than the actual problem.

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

I mean... He's a problematic fave because he's a cinnamon roll, if that makes sense

Send me a character, based on this post

#tma #the magnus archives #tma martin #martin blackwood

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