Creating Believable Romance: Things Writers Can Learn from Beauty and the Beast (1991)
It always makes me laugh when Hollywood has these two hour films made for adults in which I feel like I know nothing about the cardboard romantic leads or why they even care about each other, when Disney’s little ninety minute family movie manages to develop much more believable chemistry.
So how did they do it? What can writers learn from this movie about how to create a believable romance in their own stories?
I love destiel and ship it so much and I would do anything for it to be canon and I want you to answer this honestly, do you think their relationship will ever become romantic? And explain please and thank you❤️
*GESTURES AT MY WHOLE BLOG*
It already IS romantic. Now it’s just a case of when / if (MUCH more likely at this point WHEN) they take it from being perceived as unrequited love or why can’t we ever catch a break love to reciprocated, acknowledged love.
I mean just because characters don’t SAY they’re in love until the end of a story doesn’t mean they weren’t before? Healthcliff and Catherine, Harry and Sally, Ariel and Eric, Belle and Beast, all the stories where you are rooting for them like “WHY WONT THESE IDIOTS ADMIT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER?!”
Like… ok pretty much all the romantic stories that I can think of of this format (generally the movie style long drawn out will they won’t they instead of the getting together then breaking up then getting back together common TV format) - they are all in LOVE and it is a ROMANTIC story throughout, even if it doesn’t come out as textually said OUT LOUD or made clear until the end. That’s how these stories work.
Dean gave Cas a freaking MIXTAPE, while this whole scene was played out as a “I thought you were breaking up with me, no dumbass, I’m just pissed that you left, God I was so worried about you, please stay with me” heavily romantic standard trope scene, Cas is canonically in love with HUMANITY while Dean REPRESENTS GOD’S CREATION, Cas rebelled against his own family, his millennia long life, and did all of it FOR DEAN, He’s an Angel who’s not supposed to feel emotions yet he CRIES when he thinks Dean is dead, he says he wants to be an Angel, to dull the pain, yet he chooses then to let himself, in his own words, DIE to save Dean in season 10 by regaining his grace, which he doesn’t want to do, Dean hunted for Cas for a YEAR when he didn’t have to, Dean is canonically CAS’s WEAKNESS, Cas has said purposefully ambiguously, which is so glorious in that it makesit sound freaking romantic, that he LOVES Dean and also separately Sam.
Everyone treats them like they’re in love with each other, all the random characters like Balthalzar, Meg etc but also CROWLEY is always teasing them about it, MARY’s been around for what a hot minute and even she figured it out within 30 seconds of seeing them together, could Sam be any more of a third wheel for all the episodes where the three of them are tigehter the season? There’s a reason why it’s written this way, with everyone else’s reactions to them being a massive exposition, it’s supposed to show us, the audience, what we should be reacting to.
They’re continuously, purposefully paralleled with CANON ROMANTIC COUPLES throughout the whole show, latest of which in season 12 the ORIGINAL ONES Mary & John and Sam & Jess…
I mean it can’t really get much more romantic without it being BLATANT. Which is exactly what I expect from season 13.
So I’m assuming you mean when will they make it textually canon that they love each other in the show? Endgame, maybe half a season earlier, but thats where I sit for the moment until proven otherwise, after a nice blatant season of ramping up the subtext so the GA can get on board.
Potions Master -- An Ichabbie Valentine’s Event Fic
Potions Master by like-bunnies – Someone in Sleepy Hollow is mixing up love potions for the holiday.
Thanks to @sneetchstar for tossing tropes/prompts at me when I couldn’t come up with any more ideas. This isn’t much but it’s my last Ichabbie Valentine’s Day offering. Just some mild smut and fluff. I hope everyone had a fun Ichabbie Valentine’s Day/Week! It has been great!
“Step away from one another!” Jenny
cried out as she ran into the archives.
“You two can’t be together for at
least 24 hours!” Joe exclaimed as he followed right behind her,
sliding to a stop before careening into his girlfriend.
Abbie and Crane both looked up from the
books they were reading at separate tables, surprised at the
interruption. Abbie had worked all day at the FBI field office while
Crane researched the latest evil to visit Sleepy Hollow. She was now
assisting him, trying to figure out what was causing a number of the
residents of the village to act peculiar all morning.
Part of my Baby Winchester series this is part 2. Read Part 1 here.
Pairing - Dean X Reader.
Summary - This is part 2 of my new series of baby Winchester. I hope you like it! Part 3 will be coming soon!
About - A one night stand with Dean leads to pregnancy for the reader.
Warnings - Fluff, Swearing.
Hours after you told Dean he was going to be a father he was already acting differently around you, more careful, caring. This put you on edge, thinking of everything he could be worrying and stressing about. Finding him sitting on his laptop looking at an ebook of baby facts and pregnancy how to books made you smile a little.
A/N: Here’s a little something since we don’t have requests yet :) - mod max
They were both
aware of how they felt. They know what it was, yet neither made a move.
(Y/N) was getting
tired of it. She knows that he knows she loves him. How could he not know? She
was his sanctuary; his refuge. Expedition after expedition, she was by his
side. And she was getting tired of it because he was hers, too; her refuge.
They both had each other’s back, and they both had each other’s heart. So why
don’t they just take it?
I have this cute theory that Jikook are still unaware of each other feelings. They're still on the will-they-wont-they phase, with the teasing and flirting, but they don't realize it, kind of still in denial. It would explain they're relationship really well to me, especially jeonlous.
That’s quite possible. What you’re suggesting is a classic case in romance genre where everyone except the main characters know they’re deeply in love with each other. The characters flirt around pretending it’s all casual ultimately denying themselves (and the readers) mental peace. This theory is indeed very cute and also frustrating. Makes you want to push these two together and shout, “Just kiss already!”
To me it seems as if they’re aware of each other’s feelings, but they haven’t committed themselves to anything. Like testing the waters, you know. I love their relationship dynamics, but I must admit they’re still in a volatile stage. Like people who were close friends first, then ended up falling for each other and now have to rework their whole relationship. It can be pretty messy. And they’re popular idols to boot. I’m of the firm belief that being in love and pursuing love are two different things, and that romantic relations vary from person to person. We can’t really fit everyone in one mold.
What we can be sure of is that Jikook are in love and EXTREMELY attracted to each other. Other things are just speculations. We die each day thinking of them and it’s quite possible that when we die once in for all, we would still have no answers.
Soooo, I have a fic prompt if anyone wants to tackle it...
Bon is having a tough time getting over her losses and isn’t meeting anyone who trips her trigger, but wants to have a baby to carry on the Bennett legacy, and Damon (now that he’s human) offers to help her out, and in the process fall in love…or probably saying “they realize they were already in love with each other, but just couldn’t admit it…‘cause Elena” would be a better way for it to come about.
If anyone wants to write this, I, and a few other people who have said they totally want it, would be eternally grateful!
Thanks Bamily! Let’s keep the awesomeness that is Bamon fanon going! And don’t forget to keep your eyes out for the Bamily season 8 rewrite that @bonneibennett is spearheading! You know it’s gonna be awesome!!!
Imagine: Being in love with Kai and Damon knows but Bonnie is your best friend and finds out. (This was requested by christigilinsky!)
It was as if yesterday you were talking about how boys were icky with your father, and how he warned you about guys and what was always on their minds. When you look back, you shiver at your five year old self and see that if you stayed away from those boys, you’d be missing out on a lot.
This isn’t the case now. Now you’re nineteen years old, clinging onto your your boyfriend for dear life. Not really dear life, but you were clinging to his bare side as a Koala would to a tree. The special man wasn’t just any man, he was that guy all of your friends warned you about and wanted you away from.
Request: can you do one where Mick gets the idea that you like Len and gets pissed because he is in love with you but in fact you’re also in love with Mick in secret
“You’re kidding” you speak in a flat tone, a look of disbelief set on your face as you stare in shock at the thief.
“Look,” Leonard sighs, pulling you to a stop in the middle of the corridor. “You’re over-thinking things. Mick is a simple guy-” he pauses at the glare you through in his direction, “you know what I mean. Just tell him how you feel.”
“So you’re saying it’s as simple as ‘I love you’?” you ask tentatively, insecurities running high as you struggle to look at the man.
“I love you too” he replies with a playful smirk.
“Well this is cosy” a gruff voice interrupts, irritation evident in the frown that plays on the arsonist’s lips.
“Mick!” you acknowledge, shock mixing with fear as you look desperately between the two men.
because you just need two things to play this game that is plenty of alcohol and a sordid past and they have a lot of both so they start with innocent and simple questions because there’s no point to start shooting on everybody like
Sirius: “I’ve never kissed the same girl twice”
James: “I’ve never spent more than 4 weeks without shagging”
Peter: “I’ve never snogged in a cupboard”
Remus: “Why has everything to be about sex?”
then they initiate the ‘embarrassing your friend’ turn like
Remus: “I’ve never tossed off while the others were asleep”
Sirius: “I’ve never had an erection in the middle of the class”
James: “I’ve never lost an erection with a girl”
Peter: “I’ve never contracted some weird sexual disease”
Remus: “Why has everything to be about sex?”
so they begin to aim their attacks on those they know who possesses the most dangerous secrets that not they all know about yet like
James: “I’ve never thought about making out with a bloke”
Sirius: “I’ve never looked at Evans’ butt and no, that’s not for you Prongs…“
James: “I’ve never had wet dreams with someone that shares this very same dorm with me”
Sirius: “I’ve never tried to use love potion on my completely out of reach crush” James: “I’ve never invented absurds to distract everyone’s attention from my own scandal secrets”
James: “I’ve never shagged half of this bloody castle to pretend I’m not a—”
Sirius: “SHUT UP, PRONGS.”
so they take it personally and begin to stab where it hurts
Sirius: “I’ve never acted like an stupid arrogant little shit to catch my crush’s attention”
James: “I’ve never acted like an stupid arsehole and invented stupid concepts like punk rock just to impress my crush”
Peter: “I’ve never pretended that punk rock is not something really cool and that my crush being in fact very punk rock is actual attractive”
Remus: “…I’ve never made up absurds because I’m jealous because I don’t even have a crush”
Sirius: “I’ve never been more confused about a conversation before and considering I live with you tossers that’s say something”
James: “I’ve never tried to use my friend’s imbecility to change the subject and try to scape from the undeniable truth that I’m a bloody qu—”
so they completely give up to be cautious and they’re so drunk that they know they probably won’t remember anything so it just doesn’t matter anymore
Peter: “I’ve never shagged with another bloke before”
James: “I’ve never been so in love with one of MY BLOODY BEST FRIENDS I’M NOT GOING TO SAY NAMES HERE BUT—”
Sirius: “I’VE NEVER SNOGGED EVANS’ BEST FRIEND JUST TO MAKE HER JEALOUS I MEAN HOW OLD ARE YOU”
James: “I’VE NEVER SAID SUSPICIOUS THINGS ABOUT MY FRIENDS WITHOUT ANY PROOFS THAT—”
Sirius: “I’VE NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHY I STILL HANG OUT WITH YOU, PRONGS”
James: “I’VE NEVER COMPLETELY GRASPED THE CONCEPT OF HOW QUEER YOU ARE”
Remus: “He’s what?”
James: “SHUT UP MOONY I’M ON A ROLL HERE”
Sirius: “I’VE NEVER BEEN SUCH A ARSEHOLE TO— YOU KNOW WHAT, I’M DONE, WHERE’S EVANS?”
James: “DON’T PUT EVANS ON THIS, DON’T YOU DARE”
Peter: “I’VE NEVER BEEN SO FUCKING LOST IN MY ENTIRE LIFE”
Remus: “Wait a minute, who’s queer?’
Peter: oh my gOD MOONY I’VE NEVER BEEN SO DULL TO NOT NOTICE THE MOST OBVIOUS THING THAT’S GOING ON IN THIS CASTLE
James: “I’VE NEVER WAITED FOR SO LONG TO KISS MY BEST FRIEND”
Sirius: “I’VE NEVER FUCKED EVERYTHING UP JUST BECAUSE I CAN’T KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT”
Remus: “Well, actually you—”
Lily: “AND I’VE NEVER WOKEN UP HALF OF THE CASTLE AT 3AM, WILL YOU SHUT UP?”
Sirius: “EVANS! JUST WHO I WAS LOOKING FOR”
Peter: “Padfoot, don’t—”
Sirius: “I’VE NEVER INTRUDED INTO OTHER PEOPLE’S BUSSINESS, BE QUIET WORMTAIL”
Remus: “Why are you still drinking every time someone says ‘I’ve never’ this doesn’t even make sense anym—”
Sirius: “I’ve never been such a pain in the ass, and I’VE NEVER BEEN SUCH A COWARD STUPID STAG TO NOT ADMIT MY FEELINGS ALREADY”
James: “I’VE NEVER BEEN SUCH AN ASSHOL—”
Peter: “OH GOD, I’VE NEVER BEEN SO QUEER THAT I CAN’T HANDLE MY FEELINGS FOR MY BEST FRIEND AND HELLO EVANS I ALSO HAVE NEVER BEEN SO STUPID TO PRETEND THAT I’M
TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH SOME BOY WHO HAPPENED TO BE RIGHT HERE IN THIS ROOM SO I’M ALWAYS MAKING UP EXCUSES TO BURST IN HIS DORMITORY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT SO YOU FOUR JUST PLEASE DRINK YOUR RESPECTIVES SHOTS AND DECLARE TO EACH OTHER NOW SO I CAN GO THROW UP ALREADY”
Sirius: Well, I’ve never thought that you would be the one to screw everything up, Wormtail, thank you.
so that day they started the most feared stage of the game [at least for peter]
Peter: “OH GOD I’VE NEVER BURNED MY FRIEND’S RETINAS WITH SUCH VULGARITY I’M CHANGING MY DORM RIGHT NOW I HATE THIS GAME, WHY HAS EVERYTHING TO BE ABOUT SEX”
Summary: The reader meets Jack Maynard in London and the two spend some time together.
Pairing: Jack Maynard x Reader
Universe/Fandom: Jack Maynard Fandom/Youtubers
Warnings: None really
A/N: This was requested by @heathera101x I AM SO SORRY IF I DIDN’T DO YOUR REQUEST JUSTICE! I don’t really watch Jack Maynard very often so I didn’t have much to go off of.
You step onto the busy streets of London. You were still new to city and considering you had just moved from Wiltshire, it was a big change. You see your Uber and run over to it. You and the driver exchange greetings and you pop in your headphones. You listen to music for most of the ride but, you finally reach your destination.
Right before the car came to a stop, you checked the time. It was already 12:30 and you were meant to meet your mate for lunch at 12. You quickly gather your things and say thanks to the driver. You push the door open and you hear a sound that seemed like someone had the wind knocked out of their lungs. ‘Did I really just hit someone with a car door?’ You think. You step out of the car frantically. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry,” You sigh. You hold out your hand to the guy laying on the floor and you help him get back up.
Here’s a little nice fluff fic, centered around Kiibo’s birthday ^u^!!!
Kiibo’s Birthday Surprise!
“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIIBO!”
Colourful confetti, balloons and
streamers rained from the ceiling as everyone jumped up towards the robot,
blowing their party horns and throwing even more confetti in the air. Kaito was
up in center, holding a chrome and blue layered cake. On top, a small carving
of Kiibo was flexing, created by none other Angie. “Hey buddy!” Kaito cheered, “Heard
today was your big day, so, happy birthday!” Kaito grinned, offering up the
cake as the noises of celebration continued around them.
Send me a number and a character and I’ll write a drabble or turn it
into a one shot! I’ll be starting these tomorrow. Under the cut are fandoms I’ll be doing this for! Just saying I will now being doing Daredevil, Bruce Wayne (Batfleck version) and Superman as options since I don’t usually.
Your own prompt
“Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”
“Is there a reason you’ve taken over my bed?”
Being on the brink of admitting their feelings for each other but
then getting interrupted.
“Why don’t they just kiss already?”
“You’re very, um violent about this, aren’t you?” “I prefer
the term ‘passionate’.”
“For the record, I was trying to be a good person.”
“I’ve never felt this way before….and it scares the shit out of
“Wait a second are you jealous?”
“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, dangit!”
“I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my
“whoops i tripped/i landed on you accidentally and i just started
“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way
“No, I said we were safer, not safe.”
“I know this is ridiculous and impossible and… And stupid, but I love you- I love you more than I could ever tell you.”
“I’m flirting with you.”
“I needed someone and… you were the only one I thought of.”
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you!”
…or maybe not so about body language. I’m purely being bored, trashy and delusional. Well, whatever. *shrugs*
Anyway, good day/good morning/good afternoon/good evening to my sexy, beautiful Jeongcheol shippers (or should I call y’all Jeongcheol trashes? No?? Just me??? Okay, fine. I’m the only Jeongcheol trash)! I’m here not to provide you guys with another LQ of gif set, but I’m gonna show some ‘secretive’ interactions between our precious Jeongcheol in the second episode of ‘Where’s My Friend’s Island’. Maybe I’ll try to explain some of it but in overall, this post is about being trashy so it’s still not too late to skip this. (I’ve warned you, ‘kay?)
Now, now. Shall we start at how cheesy Pledis was for providing a mushy Disney couple t-shirt for Jeongcheol? (yes, I know. Someone mentioned this already, but being the trash I am, I’m gonna smack the fact again to your face. Hah!)
Aww…what a cutie Mr.Mickey Mouse & Mrs. Donald Duck!!!
Well, moving on. It’s not enough that they wore such shirts, they even had to do couple pose during family lunch like this:
Jeongcheol pls…sitting like that after finished your meal? Really? It gives my Jeongcheol shipper’s imagination a wild interpretation of old parents watching their kids over dinner. (Yep, I’m that trashy) Guess when you’ve been together for too long with your partner, your movement will be synchronized too huh? Well, have it your way Jeongcheol…
Next, let’s talk about the way Jeongcheol were sitting next to each other.
Other Jeongcheol shippers: Dude, they just sat beside each other, can’t you be happy with that and shut up already?
Me: Nope I can’t, honey because in the pov of a trash, I must explain about the distance Seungcheol had between his lovely cheonsa and the distance he kept between his fabulous son, Diva Boo. Now take a look at this:
Yeah…so they pretty much wanted to stay glued together but were too shy to admit huh? Hmm. But seriously, instead of giving a nice, comfortable space for mama Han, Seungcheol preferred squeezing himself as close as possible to the angel. Right.
Couple shirts, checked. Be by my side, checked. Yet we still got one problem over here. What is it? The major disease of ‘Clueless Papa Cheol’. Yup, and what’s the usual consequence to this disease? The pouty, sulky and jelly Mama Han. For clearer example, let’s take a look at this event that started with Seungcheol calmly took a taste upon the food:
And then, when he moved to feed their baby Minghao instead of doing so to his dearest wifeu first, mama Han became like this:
He turned his head away so fast and put on that ‘Bitch, you better watch it later’ face without paying attention at how energetic Vernon had turned into beside him.
Jealous mama Han take 1
Jealous mama Han take 2
Well, and that’s how the trashy story end. In case any of you can’t grasp what I’m trying to show and explain, please do re-watch the episode because I’m too lazy to make LQ gifs for moving visual explanation. That’s it for my post today.
If any of you want me to do another ‘Jeongcheol & the Body Language’ post for any specific Jeongcheol moment, do ask me in my ‘ask section’ in the blog ‘kay? Stay lovely and stay loving Jeongcheol! Bye! <3456789
There are a few things I think you should know, as you are now the object of his affection.
Don’t let it surprise you, how quickly you fall for him, and don’t be apprehensive in letting yourself fall. He’ll be there to catch you. Don’t let my Facebook page intimidate you. There were a lot of pictures of us, and while I hate to admit it, the pictures are a thing of the past.
He’s taken down most of them by now. He may not talk about me to you; he didn’t talk to his friends about it when it ended, so I don’t know if they will know either. It was a beautiful, one-sided love story of the past, but you are his future now.
We don’t know each other, and I am sure you already don’t like me. I resented you slightly when I first found out, but we do have something very wonderful in common, and it connects us whether we like to admit it or not.
I won’t text him or like his posts on social media. I can’t tell you every secret because it took me time to figure that out myself. But just trust that there are reasons he doesn’t say what you want him to, and there are reasons he doesn’t do what you want.
He will spoil you from time to time, but he is wise with his expenses; he spends money only when he needs to. You are going notice how he gets excited like a child when it comes to certain things and learn to hear giggle in his laugh.
You’ll find out his favorite movie and he’ll make you sit through it; I know I couldn’t without falling asleep. You’ll notice how he loves watching movies and how he might do it more than going out.
You will see him out drunk and he’ll get mad sometimes. He has a temper, as I’m sure you have noticed, so don’t take it personally. When he storms off, let him go and trust he’ll always come back with a smile and his bright blue eyes that make you look away.
When he falls in love with you, let it not scare you when he cries because that’s the one thing that triggers those emotions in him. When he falls in love with you, you’ll notice you sleep better at night, and when it rains, his touch simply will vanish every fear.
When that happens, you’ll almost look forward to simple things, such as walks because he’ll reach for your hand and you’ll blush because no glove has ever fit it so well.
He’ll do whatever you ask of him and you’ll rarely fight. He doesn’t like advertising things like relationships and feelings, so don’t expect that of him, just know he does love you. He may not think of you at every moment, but you’ll cross his mind often enough.
He has bigger dreams than he is confident enough to believe in, so it’s your job to tell him every day how handsome he is and how smart he is and that he is capable of it all. He won’t believe you, but don’t stop saying it.
He’ll make you see the world in a new light, and you’ll start questioning things you never knew. He can’t cook, so don’t expect him to. You’ll find yourself laughing at his little catchphrases, and if you do something he doesn’t like, one eyebrow will raise and he’ll look at you without blinking.
When you two are out, he’ll watch you the whole time and it’ll seem like you are the only one in the room. When you dance, it’ll seem perfect. Let none of this scare you and love him the way he deserves. He’ll tell you about the past and his mistakes, so it’s your job to take his hand and let him know you’re not judging him.
He is a better person because of all of that, and he’s found you because of failed relationships in the past. I hope you love him the way he deserves and I hope he loves you as deeply as I thought he did me. I hope he’s honest with you in a way he never was with me, but most of all, I hope he gives you the fairytale I thought would once be my life.
Also: Remember that I don’t dislike you, but if I’m being honest, I am jealous of you. I have found acceptance, but I’m also happy someone else gets a chance to experience what I did.
I hope one day I can properly meet you. Like I said before, we have a connection that no one else can say they have and I’m sure you are a wonderful person. He looks at who a girl is first before falling in love with her appearance. It’s a rare quality in a man.
I only ask one thing of you: Don’t hurt him the way he hurt me. I believe in karma and I believe people get what they send out to the world, but I never wish that pain upon anyone, especially him. You are dating the man of our dreams and I truly mean it when I say I hope it all works out for you.
Sooth your boobs SWEN, de-stress your breasts, hakuna your tatas. Just hug eachother instead of throwing rocks to one another. Everyone is entitled to have its own opinion about stuff, but the truth is even if we all love Lana to the moon and back, she is not perfect as she is just human like we are. Everyone can do a faux-pas once in a while. And she did, and it’s not okay. I was there when the drama happened, I saw the looks and heard the coldness. I was there when SWEN people (aka 50% of the Con) cried their eyes out or just got depressed for the rest of the afternoon ; I was also there when the brave little cupcake who asked the respectful and cute SQ question had her heart broken.
Just stop fighting, trying to erase people’s sadness and searching excuses to Lana is not right. Maybe she had a very good reason to act this way, maybe not. We don’t know. Don’t talk or argue about things you don’t know, and about things you weren’t there to witness.
I cried for hours, I didn’t even want to see her after that. But I went to see her anyway and I got better and even though I’m still hurt, I still love her deeply. You can admire and love someone and still admit they made a mistake. Is this concept really that hard to understand ?
Stop hating on each other because this is the last thing this fandom need and just hug eachother already, you stupidly cute SQ nerds.
Harry: you haven’t seen him for a while, maybe three weeks. he’s been away doing shows and interviews, calling you when he can, sending texts and silly snapchats and making you laugh even though he’s a million miles away. that’s your favourite part about Harry: he can always make you smile, no matter what. you’ve already received two giant bouquets of flowers with love notes from him, and he put “love, Harry xx” at the end of both. it made you smile. and when his ringtone echoes through your empty flat, it makes you smile even more. “Harry?” you say, grinning around the words. “baby!” he replies back, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “whatcha doin’?” you giggle and flop onto your bed, pulling a pillow under your head and snuggling into the covers. your sheets still smell like him. “I am lying in bed, thinking.” “oh, yeah? whatcha thinkin’ about?” you bury your smile in the pillow. “you.” the smile’s back in your voice. “hey, baby? can I tell you something?” he asks, and you can almost see the blush creeping into his cheeks. “yeah, Harry, what is it?” he takes a breath before letting the words slip out of his mouth and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. “I love you, baby. I really do.”
Liam: he had a long day. people have been all over him lately and he’s felt terrible, moping around his flat, ignoring your phone calls and texts, ordering food because he can’t be bothered to cook. you leave countless messages on his voicemail, each one leading into the next. “Liiiiiiiiam. answer your phone please.” “Li, c'mon, babe. let’s watch movies and order pizza and make out.” “Liam? sweetheart, you’re worrying me. will you call me back please?” but he doesn’t, so you take it upon yourself to show up at his place unannounced, letting yourself in through the unlocked door and dropping your things on the mat. he’s curled up on the couch, and looks up at you with sad eyes. as soon as your coat and shoes are off, you run to him. he sits up on the couch and you slide on to his lap, putting your legs on either side of his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek over and over until he holds you as close as you’re holding him. “this is what I’m here for, y'know?” you whisper. “when things happen, you have to call me and I can help, baby.” he looks up at you, eyes glistening, kissing your lips once. “I love you.” your heart stops and he says it again and again. “I love you I love you I love you.”
Louis: Louis has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. every turning point in your life, every birthday, every drunken night and hungover morning, every heartbreak and makeup, he’s been there. you two are a support system for each other. when the road gets tough on him and he needs someone on the outside to talk to, he calls you. when you’re ready to pull your hair out between work and school, you call him. but things have been tense lately. you decided to try living together, because you needed a place to stay and he had an extra room in his flat. it wasn’t a good idea, though, because you two managed to find any and every way to piss each other off. “I’m done, Lou!” you’re screaming, stalking into your room, pulling clothes out of the closet and throwing them into a duffle bag, grabbing the few things you can’t live without. “so you’re just going to leave, is that it?” he snaps and you whirl on him. “yes, Louis, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” you zip the bag shut and flinch when his hands land on your wrists. you think he’s going to yell at you again, but his voice is soft and it surprises you. “please don’t go, love. please. I’m sorry. stay, please? we’ll work it out, yeah? please, babe. I love you. please. please.”
Niall: life with Niall is never boring. when you’re around him, there’s not a minute that you aren’t giggling, smiling, or crying with laughter. you tell each other jokes, laughing until your sides hurt and your cheeks are wet with tears. you’re always happy around him. you’ve told him you love him already, you say it before you hang up the phone at night and sometimes when you two are just hanging around. he hasn’t said it yet, but it’s okay. you know he wants to take things slow, and that’s okay with you. he’ll say it when he’s ready, and for now, he’s content to make you laugh. so you tell joke after joke. you chase each other around the flat and wrestle on his bed, tickling each other until you can’t see straight. you’ll admit it turns into something heated, lips going places you wouldn’t trust anyone else with, hands exploring bodies with gentler touches. you make dinner together later, laughing more about whatever, Niall doing a ridiculous walrus impression with wooden spoons. you’re doubled over laughing and you wipe tears from your eyes. “god, I love you, Ni,” you cry, leaning over to kiss his cheek, leaning against his shoulder, still giggling. “I love you too, princess,” he whispers and you pull back and look at him. “I love you too.”
Zayn: it was Zayn’s artistic side that drew you to him, and it’s art that held you two together, in every form. your dates were spent at art exhibits and museums and indie movies. okay, sure, you spent most of the movie making out in the back row, but that’s not the point. you communicated through art, too. he wrote songs for you, you wrote poems for him. he painted murals for you, you left him silly doodles to make him smile. he was like a piece of art to you, this brooding, mysterious boy who loved you, but wasn’t sure how to tell you, because, of course, he had to be artistic about it. you knew he loved you, so you waited patiently for him to tell you himself. you’re used to waking up to the smell of paint and an empty bed. when inspiration hits him, Zayn’s gotta do something about it. you’ve woken up at three in the morning and he’s got the beside light on and is sketching like mad. this time, you wake up and the whole room smells like paint, but he’s right there beside you. you sit up, confused, and your eyes widen. the whole wall is painted with flowers and vines, the colours jumping out at you, and the words you’ve been waiting for are spelled out in his creation. his lips are at your ear, kissing your skin lightly, and his arms twining around your waist, squeezing gently. “I love you.”
I have this headcanon for bh&h that Emma & Killian are all like "oh no! What if god/the devil finds out" But God is calling Lucifer up like "OMG They're so cute" & the devil's like I know I ship them so much. I'm a sucker for forbidden love trope
God: Pick up. Pick up, pick up, pickuppppppp!
Lucifer *answers phone*: What?
God: Oh my me, have you seen what those two idiots are up to now, Morningstar?
Lucifer: No! Oh my you, what?!
God: They “ran into each other” at the movies and are making out in the back row where no one can see them.
Lucifer: They totally planned that.
Lucifer: What movie are they “watching”?
God: West Side Story at some arty theatre.
Lucifer: West Side Story? COULD THEY BE ANY MORE FREAKING OBVIOUS?????
God: I KNOW, RIGHT? JESUS CHRIST JUST ADMIT IT ALREADY!
Jesus: Uh, Dad? Who are you talking to?
God: Fuck, I gotta go.
Lucifer: Call me later, I’m gonna go up there and see this for myself. Want me to toss you up some popcorn? Milk Duds?
How does one moment feel like
A year already gone? I
Already known each other and
Now we’ve reconvened, just
I’m learning that self-love includes being able to know and define how you wish to receive love from an outside party. And, I feel, it takes the pure love of self to go on and make requests for what you desire. I’ve been wondering lately what part of life made me too bashful to admit that I want someone who will watch cartoons with me, eat too much with me, crack lewd jokes. How did I become too ashamed to say I want to feel like the most important part of someone’s day? Why aren’t we ever exact with our requirements for love? Why have I taught myself to feel like I don’t deserve?