I LOVED your hcs for Finn's characters! So dark and cool, you really captured their essences!
Please can I ask for headcanons for something like 'how they'd react to realising you don't love them anymore' or 'what they'd do if someone else took your attention?'
Thank you so much again! I lowkey fell in love with Shawn and Peter from this 😭
I wasn't sure if you also wanted Henry's characters but I added them anyway + I desperately need a name for this gang. I kid you not a power outage just happened while writing this, using my phone personal hotspot to finish this up
How do Finn Bennett + Henry Ashton characters react if you liked someone else?
tags: EXPLICIT/DARK CONTENT, DUBCON/NONCON (especially max's part), yandere, forced marriage, possessiveness, jealousy, acts of violence, drug use, blackmail, corruption, coercion
Peter realizing you liked another guy shattered his heart. Sure, there was never any certainty you would end up together. But god he dreamed of it, obsessed over it. Peter tries not to show the clear heartbreak on his face. He is aware enough to know it isn’t the guy’s fault but Peter can’t help the resentment that builds. Keeping his talks short, glaring when the guy isn’t looking, brushing shoulders just a little too hard when they pass.
Still, Peter keeps showing up, pretending to be a good friend even though the word friend twists something painful inside him. He’s just being helpful okay. You want him to walk you home? Fix your cabinets? Pick up groceries? He’ll do it, he can’t say the same for the other guy. It’s wrong, he knows that. Even feels awful. But he starts digging, determined to find anything.
Maybe the guy has a record of doing drugs, did a hit and run, maybe he is currently doing something illegal. Even if it’s small, Peter will suggest to Danvers or worse, to his father that the guy is trouble, pretending to do it out of concern for your well-being. So when the man ends up in real trouble, Peter comes to you acting like he tried to help him. Holding you when he sees you upset. And in that moment, despite common sense being present. Peter can’t help himself; he kisses you. He apologizes immediately, but there’s no real guilt in his eyes.
When Aerion is interested, he makes it known. He has already planned everything in his head. Didn’t think anything would stand in his way until he learned you were betrothed. Aerion is livid. Betrothed? Since when? How dare your family arrange such a match when he has made his intentions so clear. Aerion demands it be broken off, not giving a damn of the consequences. His father and uncle put a stop to it, they didn't want to risk offending the other house and it would cause quite a scandal.
Aerion does not care. You belong to him. Surely you don’t want this arrangement. Then he sees you enjoying the company of that sniveling, feeble lord and he takes it like a personal insult. He corners you whenever he can, shaming you as though you have betrayed him. “Might as well kill him where he stands and wed you right there in his blood,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. “Perhaps I’d fuck you beside his corpse.”
He goes to great lengths to make your betrothed life miserable, finding all sorts of ways to humiliate him. So the day your betrothed suddenly falls over a ledge or dies from a sudden illness. Everyone knows. You know. But there is nothing you can prove. Not to the prince of the realm, not to the grandsire of the king. You’re left accepting your fate when your father announces you will wed the prince. For what reason would your father have to refuse him now?
Shawn made it painfully obvious he has the hots for you. Always around, always touching you, checking you out at every opportunity. So imagine when Shawn sees you bring this new guy around, clearly fawning over him. Shawn is furious. Who the fuck is this guy? Who the hell does he think he is? And Shawn is angry at you too. He think he made it so fucking clear that he liked you. Thinking you must have led him on. Never mind the possibility of you thinking he was just being a nice guy. If he didn’t love you so much, he’d call you an idiot. No guy is that nice to a girl unless he wants to get in her pants.
He pretends to play along. “Of course, we always wanted more company,” Shawn says through gritted teeth. The guy is put through circles of torment with teasing and jokes at his expense. If the guy admits he can’t swim, Shawn pushes him toward the water. If he’s scared of heights, Shawn corners him on a high platform, hand on the back of his head pushing him a little too far over the edge. “I’m just messing with you, man” was his favorite line whenever the guy had enough.
But everyone has a breaking point, especially Shawn. It’s a small town, even if people suspect, it’s a common rule that no one snitches. So when your crush is found dead beneath a bridge, body colliding with the rocks below. It’s ruled as an accident, a suicide. It’s just seen as a sad case and everyone moves on. Shawn holds you as you sob, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. You will be fine in a day or two, he thinks. At least he gets a nice view of your tits from up here.
You would have to be a fool not to notice Stan’s infatuation with you. He rests his chin on hand just to stare at you with clear adoration. Follows you around, showers you gifts, makes grand declarations of love. He even asks outright if you’re looking for a husband – someone rich, handsome, maybe even a lord. Not him of course, just someone who happens to fit his exact description.
Truthfully, it took him quite a while to realize you had eyes on another. It simply never crossed his mind that there was a possibility you and him don’t end up together. But then he watches you laugh at some stupid joke, your attention on that man, looking at him the way Stan wished you’d look at him. His pride is wounded. He is angry, offended, insulted; every word that comes to mind. How could you want this washed out nobody over him?
The man becomes his enemy. Stan makes it his life mission to make your little man crush miserable. Shoving him into the mud with an ‘oops’ or stepping on his foot. He makes it a competition, who can give you the best extravagant gifts and plan all those very public romantic gestures. Even tells the man outright he stands no chance. With a little help from his father, the competition is taken care of. And Stan comes to "comfort" you. “Ah, yes, how tragic,” he says with a big smile on his face. “Who the plague chooses to take but you have me, right?
When you tell Daeron about the young lord you fancy, he laughs in disbelief. His smile falters when you look away, his chest tightening with that dull unmistakable ache of heartbreak. He has always believed you deserved someone far better than him. Not him, definitely not him yet the ache remains. He finds himself watching you from afar, unable to look away as you speak to the lord, looking at him with such adoration.
It hurts more than he cares to admit, sinking more into the wine to tend to the wound residing in his heart but to no avail. With the lord, he can’t hide his bitterness, every word carries a faint edge of mockery. Then you come to him desperate for advice. Your father is considering the match, and you’re worried, asking Daeron how to make the lord love you and give his hand. Daeron knows he is terrible for what he’s about to do. He is not a good man and will go to the seven hells for this.
But he offers to teach you. Be a good little lover for the lord. It was only meant to be a kiss, but how can one trust Daeron to not indulge himself. That little lesson ends with you underneath him, naked bodies pressed against one another. The lesson blurring lines and when sense came to you, Daeron swallowed your words, mouth on yours, his tongue dancing with yours. Don’t you want to know how to please your future husband? It might have been a servant or a guard but whispers spread. And it wasn’t long, days after, you were summoned. Your father clearly furious at you. Prince Maekar standing beside him, also scowling and then Daeron who cannot even meet your eyes.
Max has always gotten what he wanted, if not today, then eventually. And Max thought he finally had you in his grasp. He was the friend you called late at night, driving you home, bringing you take-out. Max hugged you longer and tighter than needed, even outright called you cute. If this wasn’t the handbook of an obvious crush, he didn’t know what was. Then he realized it was cause you liked someone else. Max is pissed, he just doesn’t get it. Every sign points to him, all he has done, hell even everyone thought you’d end up together. And instead of being with him, you choose this bum of a guy?
He masks his anger with concern, just listing all the reasons why this guy sucks, all his “red flags”. Max will tell his friends rumors, knowing they will start circulating it around campus. He even threatens the guy, telling him to back off. But no, you just keep pining after him. One day Max invites you over to his house to have some good old fun, nothing unusual as it wasn’t the first time you had been there. He had always been a bad influence and despite that feeling in your gut warning you not to every time, you do as he says. Shot after shot, Max urges even with your throat burning. The bastard even offers to do a line, any other day you would have refused but with too many drinks in your system…
Your nose too aches, world spinning, vision blurring that you can’t even make out his face, just giggling at nothing. Max has you on your knees, you don't even remember taking off your clothes. Blinking a few at times at the faint light of the camera. “Come on baby, tell me you want,” and you do so. Moving like a puppet to his every word. By the time you fell asleep, exhausted and used, your clothes hastily pulled back on by Max. He watches the video, your moans audible through the speaker as he has you on your knees, as he bended you over, making you beg for it over and over. His finger presses the send button, no guy wants a fucking whore not even your little crush. Max then sleeps on the couch while you take his bed, must keep the act of a gentleman. Reminding himself to save the video on his laptop.
i can’t believe ravi singh is literally the best book boyfriend of all time, and there are like… a total of three fics about him on here. we gotta do better than this guys
a/n: this will be in all lower case, if you have a problem we can fight. i’ll try my best with grammar, but i’m not making any promises. it’s almost 5am as I’m writing this, so be grateful you lucky bastards. also, this is my first time writing on this account!!! please follow, like and repost.
it was 7:56 am on a chilly, sunny saturday morning.
you woke up in your boyfriend’s bed, who was softly breathing beside you. the sunlight was peeking through the blinds, warm and golden. a robin chirped from the fence outside, its tune breaking the quiet.
you rolled over to face the boy beside you.
for a moment you stopped to admire him, the way the sun’s cozy rays danced across his face made you feel giddy.
he stirred a little.
you propped yourself up on your elbows and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. his eyes fluttered opened, blinking a couple times as he adjusted to the light. he smiled up at you, a typical ravi smile, full of warmth and adoration.
“hi” you said quietly, looking down at him with love in your eyes.
“hi” he whispered right back. “what time is it?” he managed to get out, just before yawning.
“em, just about eight o’clock” you looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table.
he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat there for a second, his back to you. you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “i should go before your parents get up” you kissed his neck and hopped off the bed to find your jeans.
he got up behind you and grabbed your arm, pulling you into his chest. “let me get you breakfast”
“no rav, it’s okay. i have to get home anyway” you replied pulling away and putting on your jeans.
“come on, love” he pleaded, sitting down at the edge of his bed.
you took one look at him and your heart couldn’t take it, you’d spend every breakfast with him for the rest of your life. “alright”
he smiled at you and put on his socks.
the walk to the diner usually didn’t take long, but the company was the best part.
you didn’t really have time to talk the night before, you were too busy wrapped up in each other to ask how the case with pip was going.
he’d been busy those past few weeks working on a case to prove his brother’s innocence, you’d try to be help here and there but you were so young when everything went down that you really didn’t have much to say.
you’d seen sal all the time before he passed, he was always so sweet to you, you knew his friends as well. you knew he was innocent, you supposed that’s why you and ravi stayed so close all these years.
“how’re things going with the case?” you asked, disrupting the comfortable silence of your walk.
“alright yeah. pips found more evidence.” he looked up from the path and at you.
“that’s great rav!” you said, excited. you knew how hard the loss of his brother had been on ravi, how hard it’d been on his whole family. you were glad that pippa had reached out, even if it was for selfish reasons at first.
when you got to the diner it was basically empty, apart from a few workers and an old man reading the news and drinking his coffee.
you sat down in a booth beside the massive window, the sun shining into your eyes. “what’re you thinking babe?” you asked ravi as he looked at the menu.
“dunno, pancakes probably. you?” he looked up from the menu, meeting your gaze. his eyes as brown as sticky molasses, you could look at them forever.
“i’ll probably do the same” you said, lost in him.
when your pancakes came, you wasted no time eating them. you laughed and joked together, how it’s meant to be, just you and him.
when you finished, you paid and walked out into the chilly air. “thanks for breakfast rav” you said reaching for his hand.
“thanks for coming with me” he replied squeezing it.
you didn’t care what people had to say about ravi and his family, you loved him and would for the rest of your life.
⋆*·ﾟ You once made Cara a friendship bracelet with your name on it, back when you were just friends, but she hasn't taken it off ever since.
⋆*·ﾟ You go to all of her tennis matches. At first, it ruined her concentration and filled her with nerves but as time went on and your relationship became more serious, she needed you there as her very own good luck charm or she just knew it would be a shit match.
⋆*·ﾟ Afterwards, you always eat a cheat meal together as a reward. As you sit on her bedroom floor, tightly pressed together, eyes fixated on the newest episode of Love Island and both with a plate of chip butties in hand, she always falls in love with you a little more.
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⋆*·ﾟ Her father gave her and Naomi two bunnies to care for after their mother passed. While Naomi took care of them less and less as time went on, Cara, even to this day, still passionately looks after them. With the help of Connor, she named them Dottie, (because it had a couple of different coloured spots) and Button (because of its cute nose). She always beams when she sees you with them. Definitely has photos of you sitting in the grass in her backyard during a picnic with her, as the bunnies curiously examine the leftover strawberry you're offering them.
⋆*·ﾟ Joining sleepovers with her friends in Connor's backyard. Pop-up tents, watching movies on a laptop, pizza, games and later snuggling up to Cara while falling asleep = prime quality time.
⋆*·ﾟ Naomi has you on speed dial in case Cara ever comes home looking sullen or whenever she goes quiet. As soon as you walk into the house and Cara sees you, she's beaming again. Naomi likes to tease you're her sister's serotonin source, but she loves how happy you make Cara.
⋆*·ﾟ Speaking of a sad Cara... where she would first only be having off days as often as any other person, she does turn more quiet after her father's secret is revealed. Despite having you and her friends in her corner, she still cannot ignore the people who stare at her whenever she walks by. She'll forever be associated with the Andie and Sal case, as the daughter of a killer. But the fact that her own father harboured such a secret and was capable of all he did, has messed a little with her head. It's a topic you tiptoed around for a little while. Also because you didn't need to ask how she felt, you could feel. But Cara knows you're her person and that she can open up when she's ready.
⋆*·ﾟ After her mother passed she tried to be as strong as she could when she saw how badly Naomi was struggling with it. Only Pip ever saw the tears that fell, but she counts herself the luckiest to have you in her corner now too. She often tells you stories about her mother when it's just the two of you and a ghost of a smile always appears on her face as she recounts the memories.
⋆*·ﾟ When she isn't locking you into her embrace to watch a show on her bed, she's definitely pulling you along to any adventure she can. Indoor rock climbing? She's already booked the place. Going for an impromptu dip in the lake? She's packing her stuff as we speak. Biking to the city to watch the newest film that has one of her celebrity crushes in it? She's grabbing her bike and ringing your door, telling you to hop on and hold tight.
⋆*·ﾟ No matter how much she likes her phone and her socials and taking plenty of pictures of the two of you to then post and flaunt on the internet, nothing can ever beat the time you spend together with your phones off. It's cute how serious she is when it comes to her phone usage when you're around. This also means she tries to come up with things to do that don't involve screen time. It helps you feel like you're really in your own little world when it's just the two of you on some adventure.
⋆*·ﾟ That's also how her friends know she's with you. If she doesn't pick up, she's either asleep, or spending time with you.
⋆*·ﾟ You have a few of her clothes that have ended up in your closet after sleepovers, but they're yours now and Cara wouldn't want it any other way. When you sleep in her oversized shirt? Or when you show up at school during a gloomy day all snugly wrapped up in her jumper? Girly's heart goes boom boom boom. She definitely takes something of yours too, but she's a little secretive about it and you probably won't find out until you're desperately searching for the clothing item and she's just looking at you with a secretive grin. Having something cosy of yours to wear whenever you can't be with her, always calms her down and grounds her.
⋆*·ﾟ She's SO smitten with you, and you can often catch her staring at you as if you put the stars in the sky for her. It's the most adorable look ever. Little glances through the rearview mirror when you're in the car with her friends... glancing over her shoulder to look at you in class... or just admiring you while you're talking about something you're passionate about. It's cute, and she definitely gets teased for it by Lauren.
⋆*·ﾟ No matter how adorable she can be, she also houses a ton of dirty jokes or comments she can whip out at any given moment. It often catches you off-guard, but it's exactly why she does it— to see you flustered.
⋆*·ﾟ Cara likes it when you paint each other's nails with some music softly playing in the background. And she can never help the giggles when you scold her for not being able to wait long enough for it to not smudge. She's used to chapped nail polish though, since she likes to play the guitar a lot. But perhaps that's also an excuse so that you can paint her nails again.
⋆*·ﾟ If you don't know how to play the guitar yet, she will definitely use that as an excuse to pull you onto her lap and help you strum the right rhythm and hit the right chords with her arms around you, guiding you.
⋆*·ﾟ Jumping on your bed and goofing off while blasting Chappell Roan or any other artist you're both in love with will always paint a smile on her face that will stay there for the rest of the day.
this was in my drafts for way too long, but i figured it was long overdue with this week's release of the series </3
