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You’re Writing Romance Wrong? How To Tell, And How To Fix It.


Why Your Romance Isn’t Reaching Your readers.

There are a few ins and outs to writing romance, and usually, there’s a problem fan fiction and novel writers run into- and that’s that none of their readers connect with the romance the same way they do- or they simply don’t know why the romance is working. Here are all the common pitfalls to watch out for the next time you approach a keyboard or notebook with romance on the mind.

We Need To Know the characters As Individuals

You can’t have a romance between two characters that have no personality. If we don’t understand them as individuals, both you and the reader how are we ever going to be convinced that the romance is interesting at all? The one determining factor of a romance novel, shipping fanfiction, or a romantic subplot is that your reader becomes invested or hooked. If they don’t care about the character then they won’t care about the romance. Would you care about Veronica’s love for J.D in Heathers if he was a blank slate deadpan? Would fangirls claw over Mr.Darcy like they do if he wasn’t as witty or funny, and was nothing but a nice piece of ass? THe more we care about the two characters no their own, the more excited we become when they get together. You cannot Start the romance in chapter one- because then our brain immediately is interested. If I just met this character, and he’s already asking for a stranger’s piece of ass? I’m still not in a position yet to trust his opinion. I don’t know why (s)he’s doing that! People first, sex toys and makeout sessions later.

Make Them Like Each Other!

This one is clear, but I see all the time happening. If you have a bad boy character- or a bitchy woman- or an insane off the hook kinda guy ( which can be some of the best written characters if you do it right) They can’t abuse their partner. Unless it’s intentional- your characters have to care about one another. Playful teasing goes a long way, but you know what goes even further? Little acts of kindness. Simply with this following sentence, that you can insert ANYWHERE:

“Hey, did you empty the dishwasher?” “Yeah, I heard it finish up and saved you the trouble.”

You can see that they care about each other’s well being, but more importantly it shows that they’ve made a habit out of that kind of affection. Whether or not they are together when they say that line, you know what’s happening. You can have love without sex, you can have sex without love. BUT if you want a relationship to be portrayed as healthy you can’t have the broody character lashing out at their partner every chapter. If all they ever do is fight, no matter how compelling, it’s a relationship the audience will root against, rather than for if you make a habit of it.

They Need To Share The Same Amount Of Vices And Virtues

So, you have an ugly werewolf and a pleading popular girl falling for each other. The werewolf boy is ugly and foul- but he has a kind heart under that thick skin. He’s rude and cruel and turns into a werewolf, he assaults people and talks down to the girl who loves him- trying to despise her. THe girl is self-sufficient, popular, smart, and never needs any help ever.

why does this not work?

Because one character is perfect and has all the strengths and all the good things in life, but the other has nothing but problems.

Take a brief moment right now and list off the strengths and Weaknesses of your characters (This is important in the next point too) and count them up. If a character has more than a ⅔ to the other in virtues OR vices, You might need to adjust that. Most people on the planet have the same amount of good qualities as bad. That’s being human.

They Should Compliment One Another

Still, have that list from 30 seconds ago? Good. Most people write romances like this, They are identical and share all of their interests and passion, or their total opposites. Now, there’s an important distinction to make here. Identical characters ARE PISS FUCKING BORING and aren’t remotely realistic. They should be similar. Similar. Not identical. And Opposites are incompatible. However. Opposites are unhealthy and will not work, complimentary characters do. Again, this is an important distinction to make.

Complementary characters are ideal. They cover one another’s weaknesses. Look at the chart you just made, even if you didn’t write your characters to be different, even if they are similar, look at the list.

Do you see different strengths and weaknesses there?

THat’s all you need. If your characters have different good and bad traits, and the overflow of positive traits for one character can cover the bases of another, that’s a good dynamic. Having an impulsive character helping a hardass planner loosen up a bit, or having a happy go lucky character held to responsibility by the other. People who work together.

They Have Boundaries

This is something I see missing from a lot of fanfiction. People who don’t have editors, or in fandoms that are so engrossed in other content about a couple that you lose your own work in a reader’s expectations. Writing a couple that people have already probably seen porn of is weird- but getting to a milestone is way more satisfying if you tease it for a bit- and bonus points, it’s way more realistic. And realistic writing is engrossing writing. It makes it seem, well, more real. Less in your head.

They Need To Work Together

Couples shouldn’t be fighting all the time. They need to have actual teamwork. The real word gives us piles of shit all the time. We consult friends, we rant, we ask for help all the time. It’s a human thing to do- but ideally, this lover should be the first person your character goes to with their issues. They need to be able to support and collaborate. But everybody does it in different ways, maybe your quiet character lets a lot of his support left unsaid and shows more by doing. Maybe one can’t offer the best advice but tries their best for support. Guidance, advice, and support are all different ways of helping- and maybe your characters can’t do one or two of those. It can be problematic, but that happens in the real world.

How They Meet?

This is so, so important. What history do these two have together, if any? If they don’t have history together, what romances have they had in the past- have and how did those end?

Only under VERY rare circumstance do characters not date until they meet ‘the one’ Marina and the Diamonds once said: “every boyfriend is the one until otherwise proven.”

How does their romantic history affect them? Do they talk about it? Does the other character understand those boundaries?

Forcing

I’m not talking about Characters not working. I strongly believe that the right writer can make any two characters have the ideal dynamic. This is all about the writer. If the characters hold hands in chapter one? Slow down, I need to get invested. If they say “I love you” on the first date? Slow down, that’s pushing it way too far and being creepy. Your characters should never do anything that you would be uncomfortable with a stranger. You have to understand, your MC shouldn’t know their love interest like the writer knows them. You might feel it’s natural- but realistically your reader is viewing the world through your MC’s eyes, not yours. Also, if you rush, rush, rush things what do we have to root for? “THIS TIME THEY DO BDSM ON THE FLOOr! A-again…” isn’t a very good selling point. If something feels unnatural, try going back and reading through it again with the eyes of a new reader. Forget what you know about your own characters, because your readers don’t know what you know, take a deep breath- and accept that it won’t be perfect.

Can’t Change To Be Compatible

Sometimes characters just. Aren’t. Compatible. Before you start smashing your keyboards there are EASY WAYS TO FIX THIS. THat broody emo anime teen from your fan fiction earlier? (trust me, they can be compelling too) He can’t and shouldn’t pull a total 180 on their personality just to suit their partner unless you’re trying to write a dysfunctional relationship. Look at it this way, your two characters shouldn’t change each other. They should compliment each other. A character falls in love with another character for who they are already. They should never fall in love with a different version of a person. They fell in love with them, not an idealized version of them. There can be gray areas, where a character suffering from something can be trying to fight it, and a character, after they fall in love with that person, tries to help- but that’s just the key difference. It’s something the person in question is fighting for- and it’s apparently something that can be healed. Love can’t make depression disappear overnight.

If you’re Writing Smut Or Erotica, Here’s What You Need To Accept:

There will always be a better written or drawn character that has a better butt than yours.

As a smut writer, you cannot rely on sex to be the selling point. The reason your readers will flock to your story and stay there is because they enjoy the idea of these characters doing it. Not these cardboard cutouts of penises. If one of your characters has lackluster personality, whether it’s the MC or that hunky man love interest Don’t write your story. The only people who will come to read your story will read it once, read just the sex part, then move on. They don’t care about the story- and even if you don’t care too much about plot either, and just want to roll the sexy times forward the whole book? You still need to have character. Character is different than plot- and subtle character writing comes from imaging this character with a full understanding of them as a person. Would they be hesitant to lose their virginity- would they be kinky for that- or not so much? Do they need after care? Even the little details of How would they word that Sentence or phrase? Is all important for writing sex scenes that will really stick with a person and keep them coming back for more.

In which I seduce the villain of a side quest

Context: So this is the same Mae Gjallarfjall who seduced the pirate captain on the first game. In a later session, we have arrived at the capital of Fountland, which will serve as our base of operations for most of the campaign. The party decided to run some sidequests to make some cash and possibly find some loot. So we pick two bounties that are the opposite of each other. One is a dude who wants help fighting off an army of 5000 people, and the other is the army of 5000 looking for more help. Our way of completing both was… unusual.

DM: So, you guys arrive at the camp of five thousand men. One of them turns to you guys and asks “Who the fuck are you?”

Me (OOC): I pull out the job poster and tell him I’m looking for his leader.

DM: He points you the right way and wishes you luck.

Me (OOC): We continue on to the tent and I walk in without announcing myself.

DM: You find Meb in her tent, barely clothed and sitting on a throne made of men. She looks at you as you approach.

Me (OOC): I roll Persuasion to sway my hips seductively as I continue forward. *rolls +2 and ties Meb’s Initiative check*

DM: She raises an eyebrow at you and smiles. She greets you and demands that you state your business.

Me: *holding up her Help Wanted poster* I came to see about your job offer. You have five thousand men at your disposal against a single enemy, and yet you cannot best him? Why?

DM (as Meb): Ah, yes, I and my… rival, shall we say, have a contract in place. I’m only allowed to send one soldier per day.

Me: And for what ends?

DM (as Meb): To steal a cow.

Me: What’s so special about this cow? Can’t you just buy it from him? If you have the money for an army, surely you can buy a cow.

DM (as Meb): It’s a really nice cow. And he won’t sell it to me.

Me: Well, if you haven’t already sent your soldier for the day, I’ll go next and end this whole feud.

DM (as Meb): I like the sound of that. For now, find yourself a tent and rest up for the night. He’s tougher than you may think.

The rest of the party salutes and turns to leave.

Me (OOC): As I turn and walk out, I roll Persuasion again to sway my hips. *Rolls +3 and successfully seduces Meb*

DM (as Meb): Except you. *pointing at me* You stay. You’ve caught my eye… What’s your name, hun?

Me: Name’s Mae Gjallarfjall. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

DM (as Meb): Oh, we’re going to be far more than mere “acquaintances.“ (OOC): Roll Initiative.

Me (OOC): *critfail*

DM to me: You fail to notice her grab a whip from her throne as she steps towards you.

The rest of the party, meanwhile, comes up with a plan to con Meb by disguising Paladin’s horse as the beautiful cow. In the morning, McCooly (the dude with the cow) would feign loss and run away with the real cow, giving the horse to Meb as per the feud contract. I, however, was getting laid, so I missed all of this.

DM: It is morning! Cocka-doodle-doo! The cow says "Moo!” McCooly is waiting in his usual spot just between his ranch and Meb’s camp. Mae, you wake up very sore but strangely refreshed.

Me: Welp, time to take care of this job. (OOC): Doot doot doot. I head out to where McCooly is.

DM: He charges you with a very predictable path at a very slow speed, and winks at you. Initiative.

Me: *+2 Initiative, +3 Block*

DM: You successfully block. He says “Oh no, you are so fast! How did you ever see my attack coming?”

Me (OOC): I punch him right in the face with Storm Fist. *Rolls +2 for contact and +5 for damage, fail the stun chance, but land the cooldown reset*

DM: He looks at you funny and whispers at you “What are you doing, you’re supposed to go easy!” He then swings his spear at you again. It is very easy to read.

Me (OOC): *+1 Initiative* I notice, and +2 Block.

DM: You block again, and he says “Well, I guess I don’t have to hold back either.” He’s trying to shiv you with the spear. Initiative.

Me (OOC): *Same rolls as lats time.*

DM: You do NOT block, and you get shivved for 7 damage.

Me (OOC): That’s 3 after armor, I take it as HP. My turn?

DM: Yes.

Me (OOC): I’m going to poke him right under the jaw in that soft spot between the bone.

DM: I guess that counts as Bare Knuckle. Roll.

Me: *connects and does 5 damage* And now, I spend a fate chip to instantly reset the cooldown of Fist of Havoc, and I’m Smashing. *rolls 36 damage*

DM: …aw… why? You killed McCooly. He’s like, the coolest NPC ever, man.

Me (OOC): Afterwards I roll First Aid to keep him from being completely dead.

DM: So after he wakes up, he shakes your hand and compliments your strength, and hands you 90 gold to split between the three of you. He then takes the fake cow over to Meb and hands it over. Meb then tosses you an additional 90 gold to split, and blows a kiss at Mae.

Hi, I’d like to file a complaint

Hi, hello, I’d like to file a complaint, please? Four, actually. I found some problems with how Volume 4 treated a Miss Ruby Rose and I’d like it to be brought to your attention.

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Voltron Music Headcanon AKA Lance and Shiro start a band

• so one day Team Voltron (finally) has a day to rest and Shiro and Lance are just sitting in the common room.

• Lance absentmindedly starts humming the beginning to a song (I personally imagine that it’s Floral and Fading by Peirce the Veil. I’m just putting that out there.)

• Shiro starts tapping along to it

• Lance starts singing the lyrics and it is BEAUTIFUL.

• Shiro’s heard Lance “sing” to annoy Keith (He chased Keith through the entire castle singing MCR horribly out of key in a Heavy Metal voice, it was as impressive as it was hilarious), but in reality, saying “Lance had the voice of an angel” is an insult to Lance. Holy quiznak, Lance can sing.

• SHIRO STARTS DOING HARMONIES

• They finish the song and Shiro pulls a General Shang being all like “You… You sing good.”

• Lance: Thanks, Shiro!

• Lance [internally]: AJSBDKSBS THIS IS GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME I AM SO BLESSED

• Lance jokingly tells Shiro that they should start a band.

• Shiro seriously thinks starting a band is a great idea.

• Lance mentions the fact that the castle wouldn’t have any instruments to use.

• “Hey Coran, would the Olkari be able to make musical instruments?”

• “Of course!”

• Lance secretly makes Coran SWEAR not to tell Allura or Keith what they’re doing.

• Shiro and Lance ask Allura to make a wormhole to Olkarion. When questioned why, Lance bullshits a detailed “explanation” as to why Lance and Shiro need to be there.

• Allura buys the whole thing and Lance and Shiro are off to Olkarion.

• “Lance, why did you lie to the Princess?”

• “Dude, you can TOTALLY use this as a way to woo her into falling in love with you!”

• “With me? I thought YOU were the one who wanted to be with the Princess.”

• “I like her and everything, but I KNOW you have feelings for her, so I’m gonna help you lock it up, dude! Bros before Hoes, right?” (In truth, Lance wants to woo Keith instead because he’s been pining for him for a while. Everybody but Keith and Shiro are aware of this.)

• “Whoa, don’t call her a hoe!”

• “Case in point!”

• They get to Olkarion and they describe the equipment they’ll need, along with additional instruments they want to have just in case (drumset, guitar, bass, mics, amps, etc.) as best as they can.

• Lance is surprisingly eloquent with the descriptions. The instruments the Olkari make are better than anything found on Earth. Lance tells the Gibson guitar company to eat their fucking hearts out

• Hunk and Pidge HAPPEN to be in the hangar when they return.

• Shiro freezes as the Green and Yellow Paladins spot him walking out of his lion with a fucking bass drum in his hands

• “Don’t tell Allura.” says Shiro looking like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus

• “…Or Keith” adds Lance sharing the same expression as the Black Paladin

• Pidge and Hunk look at each other for a moment. “Why not?” Asks Pidge.

• Lance tells them the plan of forming a band to win the affections of Keith and Allura.

• “How about we join the band and help you?” Says Hunk.

• “Deal” says Lance and Shiro in unison.

• Pidge finds a completely soundproof room in the castle and watches the security cams so they won’t get noticed by Allura. (Keith spends all his time in the training room, so he won’t be a problem)

• They successfully metal gear solid all the equipment to the room without getting caught by Allura. They spend an hour in the room rehearsing.

• Lance is on Lead Guitar and Vocals (Lance’s guitar solos are what dreams are made of.)

• Hunk is on Bass and backup vocals (okay, listen to a song with vocals only and tell me the bass guitar isn’t important you fricks.)

• Pidge is on Rhythm Guitar, Piano, and backup vocals. (MY NONBINARY SMOL IS SO TALENTED AND I LOVE THEM AND I’M DEFINITELY NOT BIASED. FIGHT ME)
•side note: they also sing lead vocals for Paramore songs, which they are surprisingly good at.

• Shiro is on drums. (Shiro sweats a lot when he plays, so he doesn’t wear a shirt. He also does that thing where he twirls one of the drumsticks while he plays with one hand. Because of course he can. Space Dad can do anything.)

• Coran calls Allura and Keith to the common room

• They start playing Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low the moment Keith and Allura walk through the door.

• During the verses of the song, Lance gets up close and personal with Keith as he sings, hitting him with the smolder™ (he brings his fucking A-GAME. Puffed up chest, confident grin, the occasional hair flip, and “fuck me” eyes that gave a whole new meaning to “if looks could kill”.)

• Homosexuality, thy name is Keith.

• Shiro decides to wink at Allura, as well as mouth the words “dear Allura, count me in” during the chorus.

• rip allura

• once the song is over, Allura compliments Shiro and caNNOT STOP STARING AT HIS CHEST. She kisses him on the cheek and tells him she really enjoyed it and that they should do this more often. (Obviously, she doesn’t know that that sounds really sexual. OR DOES SHE?)

• rip shiro

• the space parents become a flustered, giggly mess. Shiro pulls her into a passionate kiss. Not only that but Allura is also pulled into his sweaty rock hard chest.

• rip allura part 2: electric boogaloo

• Keith starts violently making out with Lance, and they do that thing where they walk and make out at the same time until they get to the hangar, where Keith (who’s still getting all icky-sticky with Lance) knocks on red’s foot so she’ll open up.

• they “have a bonding moment” in the cockpit.

• Red is… Surprisingly okay with this development.

• they do the walk of shame™ back to the common room

• Lance [internally]: I have no shame. This is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.

• when they return to the common room, everyone is applauding them. Because red and blue finally made purple. They finally did the mambo with their clothes off. They finally did the bedroom rodeo. They finally did whatever fucking euphemism for sex Pidge could think of.

• Hunk bakes Keith and Lance a “congrats on the sex” cake the very next day.

• this becomes a common occurrence within the castle (the performances, not the sex. Okay, also the sex. You get the point.)

How to Write a Cover Letter Someone Will Actually Read

Okay, so when applying for jobs, you’re generally going to need 4 things: 1) a completed application, 2) your resume, 3) a cover letter, and 4) a list of references. The application you need to do on your own and it’s just filling in boxes, you can handle that. Resumes I’ve already covered! Now, it’s on to the joy absolute gut-wrenching hell that is writing a cover letter.

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homestuck girls and their ytp making styles

rose - makes ytps from episodes of 60 minutes (rearranges sentences and zooms in at uncomfortable facial expressions) , politicians speeches (splices “boner” and such in), and lighthearted bullshit segments of cnn like diet tips (turned into david lynch shit). writes actual outlines before editing, with lots of crossed out ideas and question marks. 

jade- a classic super mario bros and cdi zelda kinda girl. john makes super generic super mario bros ytps, but jade’s are artistic and hes jealous. extremely smart, selective use of “spaghetti” and “dinner”

jane - adds a lot of lore to king of the hill ytps. has like 3 different ytps of the boggle episode. favors peggy episodes and bobby dancing. insults hank a lot in her videos. he always at the least gets glowing eyes edited in

roxy - sponegbob ytps with the most pristine, seamless effects. excessive blinking captions with her incredibly inside jokes. mini amvs in her videos to bubblegum bitch and gangnam style. she puts mama luigi in the title of every video but it never has any mama luigi and shes gotten hate for it. some of her first gay feelings were for zelda in the zelda cdi

terezi - eyestrains and screaming. got criticized for overuse of JOJ and SOS; she screencapped the comments to put in a 4:13 minute long vid of bill nye saying JOJ while melting. when famous ytpers comment she always replies WHO 4R3 YOU and just repeats that over and over to any reply they make

kanaya- usually into putting a dark twist on sitcoms. puts laugh tracks during inappropriate moments, places ending theme right after accidents and awkward moments like chandler running into a wall or whatever. makes characters interrupt each other and insult each other. most obvious thing she does is loop scenes, which she loses it laughing while doing

nepeta - showed jade the original zelda cdi in full. masterful, varied audio splicing, though shes partial to woOWOWoWOOWWOWO and beeplike/glitchy sounds. puts in lots of innocent humor, like zooming in random background faces, splicing characters lines into compliments. has a ytp for most hit cartoons. used to say thank u to many commenters before she got super popular

vriska- has a series of ytps of britney spears killing various gamer personalities. gets reported by a few youtubers she features and eventually banned. has an article on buzzfeed written about how feminist her videos are. most of her vids are 8 minutes long give or take, not even intentionally

feferi - she thinks “(funny animal or anime character) does (x) while i play unfitting music” counts as a ytp. made a few actual ones of the pokemon dub which is just every character cursing unfunnily

A Lesson in Love (The First Date)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,978

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Nik, you’re a genius editor. Your brain is almost as perfect as your face (I would like to thank Leslie Knope for coming up with this compliment because it works perfectly for you)

Originally posted by arianagrandes

“Y/N, you have a message!”

“What does it say?” You call back, too scared to step away from your laptop and lose the flow of inspiration that had hit you out of the blue. With a draft due in a few days for your Creative Writing class, you’ll take what you can get.

Wanda emerges from your room, phone in hand and a grin lighting up her features. “Is there something you forgot to tell me?”

“Huh?”

“Wear something comfortable tonight, but not white,” Wanda reads directly from your phone. “I’m so excited. Happy face.”

Your hands freeze over your keyboard, knowing exactly who that message is from without Wanda having to tell you. “Oh.”

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Destiel Trope Collection
Day 9 | Childhood Friends

Hand In Hand | @breathingdestiel
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 3,575
Tags:  best friends to lovers, growing up together, kid fic, hs!au, hand holding, fluff
Summary“I have a proposal you won’t be able to refuse,” Cas said.
“What?” Dean croaked as his eyebrows shot up.
“Be my friend.”


Pond Life | @envydean
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 3,620
Tags: Growing Up, 5+1, homophobic language, high school, university, fluff
SummaryFive times Dean and Castiel don’t quite get to kiss and the one time they do.


And Never The Two Should Meet | @vampamber
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 10,916 (WIP)
Tags: Friends to lovers, Angel!Cas, Demon!Dean, AU, 
Summary:  In the beginning, there was created the heavens and the Earth. Hell was then created to keep the universe in balance. In Heaven, there lived angels, and in Hell, there lived demons. And never the two should meet.
Castiel was a shy, curious angel, never quite fitting in with the others in Heaven. Dean was a demon who felt bored, doing the same thing every day in Hell. Finding a way to escape from time to time as children led them to meeting, to forming a friendship, and to even finding love. But with an angel and a demon, nothing can ever be as simple as that.
An AU with a much more cliched version of angels and demons than in the show. Expect fluff, and most likely angst.


Imaginary Friends | @vampamber
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 11,969 (WIP)
Tags: Mer!Cas, kid fic, fluff, soulmates, 
SummaryAlmost all the kids in Dean’s kindergarten class had an imaginary friend of some sort. One of the girls had a huge bunny that liked to eat her spinach for her at dinner time. A boy had one that was wearing armor like those knights in the movies. But only Dean had one that lived in the water by his house. And unknown to him, or anyone else for that matter, only Dean had one that wasn’t imaginary.
For a year, Dean and Castiel were the best of friends. But when Dean had to move away with his family, he was eventually convinced that Castiel the mermaid was just an imaginary friend. When he finally moved back to his hometown 13 years later, the last person he expected to run into was his old imaginary friend. Though running into Castiel was probably one of the lesser unexpected things that ended up happening…


Gravity | @galaxystiel
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 1,481
Tags:  Childhood!AU, Friends to Lovers, High School!AU, College!AU
Summary:   Five times Dean walked away from Castiel and one time he found his way back.


Hide and Seek | @galaxystiel
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 2,048
Tags:  Pre Slash, Childhood!AU, Best Friends, Bullying
Summary:  When six year old Castiel encounters some bullies, nine year old Dean steps in to save the day.


Imaginary | @galaxystiel
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 3,769
Tags:  Canon Divergence, Imaginary Friends, First Kiss
Summary:  Dean Winchester isn’t a lonely child, but his imaginary friend is something quite special.


Sharing is Caring | @galaxystiel
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 1,535
Tags:  Elementary School!AU, High School!AU, Dating, First Kiss
Summary:  The first time Dean says it, they’re in elementary school and it’s snack time. The second time Dean says it is much later.


In Search Of Honey | @thetideseternaltune
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 4,786
Tags:  Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: “So when you get married, are you gonna call them your ‘honey?’” Dean asked.
Castiel grinned. “Yeah,” he said happily. “And they’ll be super sweet, just like honey is.”
Castiel’s search for his “honey” gets him stung a few times, but will be worth it in the end.


They Lit Up the World | @blissfulcastiel
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 8,760
Tags: kid fic, friends to lovers, angst, pining, first kiss,
Summary: All Castiel longs for is someone to call a friend. Then Dean Winchester moves next door.


It Feels Right | @purgatoan
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 4,299
Tags:  mute!Cas, pansexual!Cas, bisexual!Dean, fluff, angst, bullying, name-calling, homophobia
SummaryDean and Cas are friends since they remember. They’ve been through a lot together, and they’re inseparable. However, it seems that Dean fell in love with his best friend. What’s going to happen next?


Raising Hell in a Hotel | @almaasi
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 29,069
Tags:  Human AU, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Kid Castiel, Thief Castiel, Kid Dean, Crossdressing Dean, Child Neglect, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Abused Castiel, Hotels, Moving In Together, Sharing a Bed, First Kiss 
Summary: Castiel is a bad influence on Dean. Okay, they’re only six years old – but when they join forces, they’re Mary Winchester’s idea of a parenting nightmare. In theory, Dean and Cas live in hotel rooms opposite each other. But in actuality, Castiel lives with Dean. Shares his clothes, his food, his bed. That sort of thing. Dean might like the colour pink more than society says he should, and Cas has the same problem with petty crime, but there’s one attribute they have in common: neither take well to being apart.


A Postcard for Castiel | @almaasi
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 4,764
Tags: Fluff, Love Letters, Kid Dean, Kid Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Bullied Castiel, Bullying
SummaryThe teacher assigns a buddy to all the children in her first-grade class. Everyone writes their buddy a postcard, giving them a compliment. Dean is supposed to write something for Castiel, the mysterious autistic kid in the corner – but he doesn’t hand anything in. Does he have nothing to say? Or does he have too much to say? // p.S. will you Be my Boyfrend ?


Angels Are Watching Over You | @through-shadows-falling
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 8,463
Tags: Fallen Angels, Alternate Universe, Growing Up Together, heart condition, Homophobia
Summary: At nine years old, Dean and Emmanuel meet and become fast friends. One night at a sleep-over, they share secrets that change everything.Dean dreams of living a full life, despite his heart being the way it is.And Emmanuel?Emmanuel dreams of flying, and somehow, he knows that they’re not just dreams.

Kihyun One Shot

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       Summary: being daughter of the bakery owner, you had always found yourself innocently flirting with the apprentice baker. At least, it had always just been flirting, right?

       Authors note: follows Minhyuk series giving you Kihyun’s background story.

       word count: 2100-ish

“Do not steal any of those pastries this time!” Kihyun scolded as you wandered through the back room of the bakery, nibbling on some of the fresh muffins that were secretly your favorites. You would never let Kihyun know you liked his baking the best. 

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anonymous asked:

"Don't you dar tell me that I'm beautiful, because I'm not" pretty please for marichat <3

“Don’t you dare tell me that I’m beautiful because I’m not,” Marinette warned, eyes narrowed. “I don’t want any of your flowery complimenting crap right now, Chat, you got me?”

“Does telling you you’re glowing count as beautiful because–” A pillow flew across the room and smacked him in the face. He held up a hand in surrender. “Fine, no compliments when Princess is sick. Got it.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Tsk tsk, just because you’re sick doesn’t mean you have to lose all sense of civility.”

Marinette made a growling sound and Chat Noir’s face softened. “Seriously, is there anything I can get you to help?”

“I took some medicine. I think I just need to rest.”

He nodded and looked around. “I’ll get out of your hair then.”

“You don’t have to,” she said softly. “I mean, if you want to watch TV or something.”

“I don’t want to keep you up.”

“I guess I wouldn’t mind a little bit of company.”

He smiled and moved to the bed. 

“Wait! You can’t sit up here. You’ll get sick.”

“Superheroes don’t get sick,” he boasted, sticking out his chest.

“I have it on good authority they do,” she muttered.

“Well, I’m not worried about getting sick. Scoot.” He climbed in bed next to her on top of the blankets and leaned back against the headboard. “What are we watching?”

“Some silly rom com.”

“I love these.”

Marinette looked at him, feeling better than she had in days. “Somehow I thought you might.”


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Six Shots of Tequila

Prompt: “I’m your EMT and you keep telling me that I’m pretty when I’m concerned but you nearly DIED you idiot AU” mixed with a sprinkle of “You have a concussion so I told you we’re married and you have amnesia? Because I didn’t think you’d actually go along with it But you DID and now I don’t know what to do AU” READ ON FANFICTION

“Sirius hit me with a nunchuck.”

He was such a stubborn liar but she loved him either way.

“You jumped out the window onto the trampoline, Sirius told me.”

He was blinking interestedly at her through his glasses; probably waiting for her to say something other than the few profanities that she’d said while loading him into the truck. The thick black frames he wore were lopsided and partially covered in some of the blood that had dripped from the wound on his forehead. The EMS they were on bound for the Hospital bounced down the small English road. The truck sirens wailed overhead to warn passing vehicles to move to the side of the road. Up front, Lily’s partner Frank was updating the hospital on their arrival time.

“Are you mad?”

Lily was taking her patients blood pressure (it was elevated, go figure) and the man was looking at her like she was either his worst nightmare or best daydream. It was hard to tell what he was feeling since she was feeling so many emotions that night it was hard for her to process his too.

“Have you been drinking tonight?” Lily asked the man, James Potter, as she removed the cuff from his arm after deeming him alive (enough).

Lily knew the answer of course; she’d seen the shot glasses on the table in the living room. She could smell the drink on his breath. She hadn’t seen him this plastered in years, not since the night they’d met. James snickered when she stuck his arm for fluids and she longed for the moment when he was back to his righteous self and she could take the mickey out on him.

“Might’ve had a few shots of tequila.” He slurred, “Sirius brought us the good stuff from Nevada.”

“How many constitutes a few?”

“Six.”

“Holy Hell James.” Lily looked back up at his face, frowning, “Six shots of tequila?”

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Handwriting [Zach Dempsey x Reader]

Requested: no

Summary: (Y/n) finds pickup lines in her compliment bags and wants to know who is the author. Once she finds out, she decides to play his game and does the same, hoping that it will take her crush as long as it did for her. It doesn’t and he confronts her at Monet’s.

Word count: 3017

Warnings: none; just fluff

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been posting because I was moving and stuff, thanks for being patient with me.

If you want to request something go here. Enjoy!

Originally posted by rafaelasgomes

Peer communications, queue the eye roll. The only thing good about that class was that you sat next to your best friend, Clay Jensen. You were the one to incite him to put something in his- even though he denies it- crush Hannah Baker’s compliment bag. Compliment bags, you had to admit that the idea was original but you didn’t think that Ms. Bradley had considered the disappointment a student could feel when their bag was empty. It’s hard to believe that anyone wouldn’t receive anything, there are always people here for you, even if you don’t know it. Yet, every day, as you stay longer to watch people check their bags, you see your crush, Zach Dempsey, taking an empty hand out of his bag.

“How is that possible? A popular guy like him, nothing.” You wondered, “If only I were as brave as Clay and build up the courage to leave a note or something.”

You quickly grabbed your bag, and headed towards the door when Ms. Bradley spoke up, “(Y/n)? Why don’t you check your bag?” she asked.

You didn’t know how to answer, “Uh…” you responded.

“Well, since you don’t seem to have come up with a good excuse, I suppose that you will have to see what compliments you have received since the last time you checked the bag.” She urged, gesturing towards the brown bag with your name on it.

Sighing, you walked towards it and dug your hand into the bag. Surprisingly, your hand was met with a small quantity of papers. You grabbed them and took them out, placing them on the table to be able to reorganize them and left with the small stack you had just made.

You unfolded the first paper:

How should I dress for Halloween? I know like (Y/n)! I’ll be a queen cause that’s what you are babe.

                                                                                            Xoxo Jess

You smiled at her cute message and unravel the next paper. Inside was a small doodle of a bear and a cake, immediately, you knew that this was from Clay. Below the drawing was small note making a reference about your love for food. You continued to open all the papers from your friends like Sheri, Hannah and Jeff. They all were very sweet and you made a mental note to place a note in each one of their bags. Finally, there was a paper in which the handwriting was not familiar to you. Inside, there was quote “Whatever you are, be a good one.” -Lincoln. But it was not all, underneath was a short message, I think Lincoln would be proud of me if I were your boyfriend, because I’d be a great one. You laughed softly at the pick-up line and looked to the bottom of the paper for a signature but there was none. You placed all your notes and headed home.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock. You groaned loudly, not understanding why the universe won’t let you sleep in. You got ready and headed down the stairs for breakfast. You were alone since both your parents were on a business trip. You made yourself breakfast and started eating. Once you were done, you cleared up and left the house to meet Clay’s at his. Together, you left to go to the school. You got there and grunted, you had peer communications. You trudged to the classroom and slumped into your seat as the teacher droned on about how important it was to treat your friends properly, “No really?”.

After what seemed like an eternity, class ended and you went to check your brown bag. There, you found two papers: another drawing from Clay and another letter from the unknown admirer.

“Be the change you wish to see in the world.” -Gandhi. I wish to see more love in the world, I can be the change by being your boyfriend.

You grinned and headed to Clay, “Hey Clay, I received these notes in my compliment bag,” you showed him the notes, “do you know who they might be from?” you asked.

He smirked, “A secret admirer (Y/n)? Maybe it’s a certain 6”3 jock…” he eyed Zach and then winked at you, “Or just somebody else, I have literally no idea (Y/n).” he shrugged and you punched him in the shoulder.

“I’m serious! Do you not recognize the writing or something?” You asked, desperate for a lead.

“Nope, sorry (Y/n).”

This was how a majority of your day wen, asking your friends if they knew whose writing was on the paper yet none of them knew anything, whoever this ghost was, he didn’t leave a single lead.

The letters continued coming throughout the week, one per day. Each one of the letters contained a quote with a sweet follow-up. You were getting curious about who this secret admirer was but no one seemed to remember anything about the writing. It was starting to frustrate you but you never gave up. Looking everywhere for the same particular handwriting, in vain. This admirer was a ghost and it was tiring you, the same questions floating through your mind 24/7, “Who is he?”, “Is he a nice guy?” or “What kind of person is he?” … You pondered but your questions when unanswered.

You were in Biology class, doodling the person from today’s quote, Einstein, on your book while half-listening to the teacher. You looked at the clock, you were only halfway through the class when you the teacher’s voice rose, “Mr. Dempsey,” Zach eyes lifted to her, “please write on the board what differentiates prokaryotic cells and eukaryotic cells, the rest of you,” she turned to the rest of the class, “copy it down once I checked if his answers are correct.”

Zach stood up and headed towards the board. He picked up a pen and drew two columns, writing the name of one of the cells on each side. You straightened, the writing, it was familiar. You took the message you had received today and unfolded it. You lifted it besides the board, the writing was very similar, nearly identical. You finally knew, your secret admirer was none other than Zachary Dempsey. Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with thoughts. It was impossible that nobody knew one of the most popular kids in school’s writing, so how did Zach do it? He knew you better than you thought, somehow, he had anticipated who you would ask and stopped them from revealing anything. He had gone to great lengths to avoid your discovery of his identity, why? It isn’t like the feeling wasn’t mutual, you liked him back. Doubt settled into you, what if it was a prank? Or a dare? You continued writing down everything, seeing the looks your friends shoot looks at you, probably wondering if you had recognized the writing, you acted like nothing exceptional had happened and they seemed to fall for it.

When the bell rang, you headed for Clay to not look suspicious while contemplating how you would make Zach understand that you knew his little secret. At that instant, it hit you. You were going to do the same thing to him, but slightly differently so that he didn’t know it was you.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Earth to (Y/n).” you jumped, a hand was waving in front of your face, bringing you out of your trance, “What were you thinking about?” Clay asked once he saw that you were with him.

“Nothing important, don’t worry.” You waved him off.

“Okay…”

“Sorry, you were saying something before I kinda zoned out.”

At that, Clay started his story about what had happened at the Crestmont the evening before with Hannah. You carefully listened to him until, his story was over and you had reached his house. He invited you in but you politely refused, needing to go home to do your homework and prepare Zach’s little surprise.

Once again, the alarm clock woke you up and your morning routine started again as you dragged your feet out of your bed. You had a slight burst in your step, excited about what you would give Zach. You checked your bag for the small piece of paper and left once you had verified that it was there.

Before your first period, you slipped into the peer communications classroom and placed the piece of paper into Zach’s empty bag. You then left to class, a sneaky smile adorning your face.

For the first time in your life you were impatient for peer communications. When it was time, you rushed to the classroom, thinking that somehow it would come faster. You sat down in your seat besides Clay, looking towards Zach.

During the class, you were someplace else, imagining the different endings things that could happen today after Zach found your note. Your eyes went from Zach to the bags to the teacher, the loop repeating endlessly.

“Miss (L/n)!” you snapped out of your daze, “Bringing your mind to class along with your body would be greatly appreciated.” She said, earning sniggers from everyone.

You blushed and nodded, trying to make eye contact with anyone. Unfortunately, you couldn’t resist looking up and your eyes met Zach Dempsey’s dark eyes, he was smiling, his arm was slung over the back of the chair, allowing a more comfortable position to be able to see you. Immediately, you buried your face in your arms, even more humiliated than before.

After thirty more minutes of peer communications, the bell finally rang. You got up and headed towards your compliment bag. Hurriedly, you grabbed your note and ran out, before Zach got to read his note. You couldn’t resist knowing how he would react so you stayed, your head peeping out of the door frame.

You watched as the tall boy idly chat with Hannah, not feeling any jealousy, knowing that she liked Clay. His shoulders shook in laughter at something Hannah said and they both checked their bags. You saw his eyebrows raise when his fingers encountered your note. Your eyes followed his hands as he unfolded it and chuckle at your little pick-up line and message. He looked around, hoping to find his messenger but, no one was left besides him and Hannah. You ran off, not wanting to be caught when he left the classroom and ruin your plan.

Throughout the day, you observed as he walked around school asking his friends if they recognized the writing. You got a sense of déjà-vu when you saw him going from person to person. You grinned slightly. He had asked most of his friends but hadn’t asked Justin Foley yet. His last hope. You didn’t share any classes with Justin so it was impossible that he knew that it was you. You smile grew even more.

A hand placed itself on your shoulder, “What’s got you so happy?” Clay asked.

“Well, I found my secret admirer.”

Clay’s smile faltered a bit before returning to normal, “Really? Who is it?”

You threw him a skeptical look, “Don’t play dumb with me Jensen.” You shoved him gently, “I know that he’s got you in on it, along with Sheri, Jess and everyone else.”

He was completely found out but, stupidly, he decided to continue with the whole charade, “I have absolutely no idea who and what you are talking about my dear (Y/n).”

“Lose the act Clay. I know that Zach was partnered with you for a History project at the beginning of the year.” You told him, making him lose every excuse he had prepared mentally.

“Fine.” He raised his hands in the air, “You got me. But, you did the same to Hannah by not telling her it was me.” He argued.

“Hannah is not my best friend Clay, you are! But, if you want, I can tell her everything.” You threatened.

His eyes widened, “Don’t, I so sorry (Y/n)! I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Nope.” You grinned as you saw the blue-eyed girl at the end of the hallway, “Hey Hannah!” you waved towards her, “I need to talk to you about something.”

You ran towards her and left an angry Clay behind you. He knew this would not end well because you were tremendously reckless and always kept your word. He groaned loudly, knowing that you were probably scare Hannah off by either overselling or underselling him. You pretty much threw his chances at dating Hannah Baker out the window.

You had told Hannah to meet you at Monet’s at four. You walked inside and saw her ordering a drink. You walked to her and tapped on her shoulder, greeting her.

She turned around, smiling, “Hey (Y/n)! I was just ordering, do you want anything?”

“Yes please. I’ll have a (f/d) please.” You asked the barista, reaching for your cash.

Hannah placed her hand one the arm that was rummaging in your bag, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” She smiled, paying the guy, “You’ll just owe me one.” You thanked her as you both headed to a free table with your drinks.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” she asked.

“I need you to answer me honestly,” she nodded, “I promise I won’t tell anyone. You like Clay, like in a ‘more than friends’ way. True or false?” you asked bluntly.

Her eyes widened, not expecting that question, “I-uh, I-that’s t-true.” She stuttered.

A grin etched itself on your face, “Great!” you exclaimed, surprising her.

“Next question. Do you know who is placing those little drawings in your compliment bag?”

Hannah cocked her head slightly to the side at the weird question, “No. You know that.”

“Good, good.” You said, slightly creeping Hannah out.

“Well, Hannah Baker, let me explain everything you do not know.” You grinned at her maliciously. And told her everything, spilling Clay’s secrets. During your story, Hannah’s facial emotions varied from excitement to surprise, nearly all of them positive.

Once you were done, she spoke up, “Please tell me this isn’t a cruel prank and it’s the truth.”

You placed your hand on your chest in mock horror. “Firstly, I am shocked that you would believe that I would pull such a horrible prank on such a sweet soul like you. I would only pull a prank like that on somebody like Bryce.” You made a gagging sound, “Secondly, you promised that you would be honest thus, by the law of equality I have promised as such in an unspoken way.” You joked, “No but seriously, I wouldn’t do that to you, I swear that I am telling you the truth.” You assured.

“Okay…” she smiled, “I believe you.”

“You have to go see Clay and tell him you like him back because this game of obliviousness is really annoying me and little Jensen is too chicken to do anything about it.” You both laughed.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” She beamed.

The two of you continued talking about various subjects and found out new things about each other. You spent about an hour growing closer until the door opened and you saw Zach and the rest of the jocks walk in, his eyes looking straight towards you. You looked behind you but there was no one.

Hannah raised her eyebrows suggestively at you, “He’s looking at you (Y/n).” she whispered, smirking. During your bonding, you might have told her about the whole Zach story.

The both of you watched the dark-haired boy tell his friends to order and sit down without him. They did as such and he turned to your table, marching towards you.

Conveniently, Hannah’s drink was empty, she grabbed and said, “Well, I need a refill so, I’m gonna go.” She winked at you and left.

You were still sending daggers at her back when somebody sat in her seat, not somebody, Zach. You looked up, your (e/c) eyes meeting his warm brown ones. He sighed, placing his bag on the ground beside him. He slid a piece of paper towards you and you reached in your pocket, sliding the note you received today towards its author. You both grasped the pieces of paper and unfolded them.

Your eyes met your own writing and you smiled, “How did you know?” you asked smirking slightly.

“Justin saw you peeking through the door frame this morning and when I came today, asking him if he recognize the writing with the context I gave him, he put two and two together and told me.” He replied. You mentally cursed yourself for not looking at your surroundings, “What about you? How did you know?”

“Biology.” You said, “you were asked to write down the differences between two cells, I recognized the writing.” He hummed in comprehension.

You both stayed in silence until you couldn’t bear it, curiosity and doubt got the better of you, “So… Was it a prank?”

His back straightened and his eyes widened, “No! No! Not at all! I meant everything, about being your boyfriend. Listen (Y/n), I think that it’s great that you’re not only beautiful but, smart, independent and so many other things! I really like you (Y/n) and I’d like to be more than friends, if you’d let me.” He looked up at you, hope vibrant in his eyes.

You placed your hand over his, “That’d be great.” You smiled and his eyes twinkled.

He took your hand in his and grinned, “Really?” he asked, not believing that this was really happening.

“Absolutely,” his smiled widened, “but, you have to take me on a date before we make anything official.”

He sighed, glad that it wasn’t some horrible condition you gave him, “How about Rosie’s, tonight?” He offered.

“Pick me up at 7.” You both smiled widely.

“It’s a date!” he said before leaving to get back to his friends.

Hannah returned to her seat, sipping on her newly refilled drink, “Spill. What happened between you and Dempsey?” she asked.

You grinned and told her everything that had happened after she left. Your mind mainly wandering to your date with your crush tonight.

hamilsquad w/ an insecure, chubby s/o pt 2

hey boss, I know that you’ve already done this before so I apologise but do you think you could do some poly!hamilsquad headcanons with a very very insecure chubby s/o ?? I’ve been feelin super upset about my body and how it looks,, hey - i know you’ve already done these so please don’t feel obligated to write them I just saw requests were open and had to ask u!! love u

boss’ memo : !! i lov u too !!! i hope these can help !

part one


  • letting john sleep next to you is Dangerous because he will never pry himself away, ever
    • he’ll always protest against doing it, but make no mistake–he definitely whines in the morning when you wake up and he’s still pressed against you, face pushed into the crook of your neck
    • if you pretend to sleep and you’re good at it, you might actually catch him wondering what he did to deserve you and the others. you’re all so beautiful and perfect,, he looks up to you more than he’ll ever admit
    • “can i draw you?” is a v frequent question with him
    • sometimes, when you talk about being fat and how insecure it makes you, john’ll make nihilistic jokes depending on how serious the situation is
      • “our skeletons are going to be so fucking cool.”
        “–john are you okay.”
    • john gets dysphoria the most out of the four, so he understands what it’s like to really be unhappy with your appearance,, he can’t always offer words that will help, but know that if he squeezes your hand, he’s reminding you that he’s there for you.
      • you’re not alone in this, and you can always come to him (and any of them) for help
  • laf will be honest in that he did not only fall in love with you for being an amazing and kind person, but also because he finds you incredibly attractive–so much so that he was too intimidated to approach you for some time
    • the other boys still tease him about it all the time,, how he would get all excited for you to visit the cafe that they all had breakfast in, and would purposefully sit facing away from you, covering his face and sneaking looks while the others tried their best not to laugh at him
      • it’s extra hilarious for them, as lafayette seldom loses his composure. he’s the one who makes others lose their composure, and the fact that he’s acting this way towards you says a lot !!
      • (not that they blame him for being so flustered. not one bit)
    • he ended up approaching you with a compliment, but you kind of looked at him warily and he got even more nervous in his attempt to assure you that he wasn’t being sarcastic and that you were one of the most attractive people he’d ever seen in his life (and continue to be)
    • when laf listens to you, he always makes sure that you’re aware he’s paying attention. your insecurities shouldn’t be brushed off, they should be listened to and addressed, and he always does what he can to counter them
  • alex is honestly still in shock that you “put up” with him. he knows he can be,, Difficult to be around, and the fact that you still love and accept him after all this makes you an angel in his eyes
    • he likes to announce how much he loves you and how beautiful you are every ten minutes or so simply because he can,,
      • he honestly adores how chubby you are !!
    • if you’re nervous about going out to eat, he’ll assure you that no one would dare think badly of you. you need to eat, like every other human being in the world–nothing wrong with that!! but, if you’re really anxious about it and express your concerns several times, he’ll never pressure you to do it.
    • he’s very willing to show you exactly how much he appreciates your body, if you’ll let him,,
    • he can get v aggressive when arguing with you about how incredible you look, but he’ll always apologize if he goes too far
      • he has a tendency to do that, as
        1) he’s talking about you
        2) he’s talking about how great you are
        3) he’s in debate mode
      • it’s just difficult for him to comprehend that you feel that way–you’ll have to explain it to him two or three times before he understands
  • hercules “my partners are all gorgeous and perfect” mulligan is a very physical person in general, whether it be sexual or non-sexual contact, he’s always touching you (if you’re okay with it)
    • if someone upsets you due to a comment on your appearance, he’s quick to fight back verbally,, but, if you start crying, it’s a different story. no one’s allowed to make you cry.
      • the two warnings before he Gets Upset are if he quietly says, “careful” or goes nonverbal and narrows his eyes. when he gets to that point, it’s suggested to get him out of the room before something happens
      • though, he’ll really do his best to avoid getting physical if it’ll upset you even more
    • he does his best to make you smile with kisses if you’re having a bad day, plus he adores carrying you around or doing push-ups with you on his back, counting for him
    • herc always goes quiet whenever you voice your concerns,,, it really breaks his heart that you think that of yourself
    • the thing about herc, is that when he compliments you, they always feel genuine due to the way he says them. he always praises you not as if he’s really praising you, but as if he’s saying a fact he’s known all his life.
      • well, he is saying facts.
Masked Meetings

Requested by Anonymous: “Can you do an imagine with Peter Pan where the reader is Henry’s older sister and they meet at a masquerade??” 

Summary: OUAT Peter Pan x Reader. At Story Brooke’s annual masquerade ball you meet a handsome stranger who invites you to dance. However, when you find out his true identity your initial response is a less than a happy one! For someone who’s supposedly evil, Pan does give out a lot of compliments though…

Word Count: 1,017 Words

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Story Brooke’s masquerade ball was an annual occasion, attended and enjoyed by many in an attempt to commemorate the great balls that had been thrown during Snow White and Prince Charming’s reign before the curse. As the tragedies of the past were slowly being forgotten after your brother’s safe return from Neverland, the ball was the talk of the town.

Your elegant black dress had been bought months ago, but you had only just found the perfect mask for the occasion. It was simple and a sleek black to match your dress, embedded with the occasional jewel around its edge and topped off by a large black flower at its right which feathers protruded out of. Lace covered portions of it, similar to the lacy arms of your dress.

Henry had graciously requested that you join him for the evening and you had never been able to refuse your little brother, so your arms were hooked together as the two of you took your first steps into the great hall in which the ball was to take place. It had been decorated breathtakingly, with fire lit lamps hanging from the tall ceiling and a large chandelier full of candles above the centre of the room. The party was already in full swing, with dozens of guests twirling around the room hand in hand wearing an array of beautiful masks.

“I’ve spotted the buffet table,” Henry called out triumphantly, unhooking your arms and fleeing in the direction of food with the promise of returning with something delicious.

You stifled a laugh as you watched the young boy weave his way urgently through the crowd and, once he was out of sight, you turned to make your way further out on to the dance floor.

Notorious for your lack of spatial awareness, you bumped in to someone almost immediately and reared back as you let out a string of apologises, “Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t see-”

“No need to worry, why would I ever not want someone as beautiful as you in my arms?”

The stranger’s voice was sultry and practically oozed confidence, so when you’d finally choked down the splutter that his compliment had built in your throat, your eyes lingered on his striking mask. Its colour was a shimmering gold, with a vine like pattern extending into pointed horns at the top of his head. It covered a large portion of his face, ending slightly above his jaw line and showing just enough of him to reveal his wicked smirk.

“Can I interest you in a dance?” The stranger held out his hand invitingly, and you managed to grin sheepishly as you placed your hand in his.

In the next moment the boy had swept you on to the open dance floor, twirling you between the throng of other guests and spinning you in such a way that your face flushed and your dress fluttered around you. Eventually, you ended up with one of his hands on your waist and the other grasping your hand as you waltzed at a speed you didn’t think was possible around the ballroom.

“Your mask is amazing,” you managed to breathe out as the stranger twirled you again.

“I’m impressed that you can keep up,” the stranger said, gliding over the compliment to deliver one of his own, “it is rare that I find someone as quick footed as me.”

You let out a laugh as the boy grabbed your waist and dipped you low to the ground before bringing you up closer to him than you had been previously. “I think you are the one doing all the work here, I’m just letting you drag me around.”

His breath was hot on your face, and you could now make out his chestnut eyes hidden under the mask. Your noses were almost touching, and the stranger’s signature smirk was still plastered on his face.

“My name’s Y/N; and you are?”

He opened his mouth to respond just as a sharp voice rung out from across the room.

“You’ve got three seconds to step the hell back, Pan.”

The stranger’s hands remained firmly on your waist as he turned to acknowledge a very unhappy Emma Swan. She wasn’t wearing a mask presently, but you couldn’t recall seeing her earlier so she may well have taken it off for the express reason of yelling at-

You pulled back from the boy immediately as if you had been burned. This was Pan, Peter Pan, the boy who had kidnapped and almost killed your little brother and you had been dancing with him.

Gaping at Pan with an open mouth, you couldn’t muster the right words. From the stories that you had heard of this boy, he was pure evil… but he had seemed so nice

Noticing that you had pulled away, Pan turned to you with his hand outstretched again. “We were having a perfectly good time before that rude interruption, no need to stop now.”

“Y/N, get over here. Now,” Emma called, waving you over to her.

You remained frozen, staring at the boy whose eyes were still on your face. Obviously realising that you weren’t coming back in to his arms any time soon, Pan shrugged and took your hand in his anyway. He looked into your eyes, bringing your hand to his face and planting a single kiss on it when it became apparent that you were making no move to pull away.

“I enjoyed the gracefulness of your dance moves, not as much as I enjoyed the way you look in that dress though,” Pan’s voice was husky and alluring as he whispered to you, pointedly ignoring the angry Sheriff Swan that was currently storming towards him. “I’ll make sure that we meet again so I can see if your face is as beautiful as I believe it to be.”

By the time that Emma had reached you, Peter Pan had vanished and left you behind to blush, staring at the space in which he had once been with a dazed smile as the oblivious guests twirled around you.  

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thank you to everybody for all your support. i ran a poll for this milestone gift, and was overwhelmed with the support for final tour there. you have no idea… you have no idea how much that means to me.

so please enjoy this art and fic combo using the following prompts: final tour outtake + pining kid!levi, sweater weather, supernatural. (special note to the other final tour request: that is happening in the main story soon. ;) )

i love the shit out of you guys.


Levi’s too old to Trick or Treat. And he told Erwin that at least five hundred and eleven times, but he still has spent the past half hour at the dinner table cutting out triangles from paper plates to make cat ears. It takes him three tries until he gets it right, steals a Sharpie from Erwin’s desk and hastily colors them in, to then steal some tape from Erwin’s desk and attaches them to a handkerchief he found in the linen closet. He wraps the cloth around his head and ties it behind the base of his skull, adjusting it slightly by poking the tips of the ears with the centers of his palms.

“Ish cwoooked.” Erwin says, lips puffed out around big white plastic vampire dentures. He comes up to Levi and adjusted the cloth. He smiles big, the dried fake blood at the corner of his lip cracking across his skin. “Cooote.”

Levi sneers up at Erwin. “I’m a panther. Panthers aren’t cute.”

“Youuu lookth like a houssshh cath.”

“Take those fu–stupid teeth out.” Levi gathers up his mess and walks into the kitchen and throws it into the trash. He turns to face Erwin again and nearly shouts, “Gross!”

A string of drool connects from Erwin’s hand to his mouth, the fangs open and splayed on his palm. Erwin runs the sleeve of his dress shirt across his mouth, smearing red on the cuffs as he does. “Panthers have rounded ears.”

Levi walks up to him and takes a tissue out of his pocket. Ever since his sinus infection a year ago,he never left the house without at least four neatly folded into his jeans. He shakes the tissue out and dabs at Erwin’s lips before dropping it into his palm. “Shut up.”

“I can cut them for you.” Erwin’s grin remains intact, capped with silver bricks of braces across each tooth. “For accuracy.” He squeaks a laugh as he narrowly misses a fist into his stomach, and he follows Levi back out into the living room.

“I don’t even want to do this.” Levi huffs for the five hundred and twelfth time, gathering their canvas bags for candy toting. “Jeremy will…”

“I’ll take all of Jeremy’s candy before he even thinks of messing with us.”

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anonymous asked:

I reckon your voice sounds like when somebody's sick and their voice gets all husky and sexy *ponders whether or not I've just complimented or insulted you*

(( OOC: Well… it tends to sound a little croaky and dry… does that count? ))