You know those characters that are constantly referred to so smart or so capable or so sensitive (etc. etc.) by other characters or in the narration? And every time it comes up you find yourself shaking your head or rolling your eyes because the character in question either is as bland as boiled potatoes or constantly acts in ways that contradict those claims without explanation?
That’s what is commonly called an “informed trait”. You’re told the character is a certain way (or has a certain ability), but there is more or less nothing in the text to back that up.
It goes the other way around, too, with informed flaws that are supposed to make a character more relatable or interesting - think almost every romantic comedy leading lady who is supposedly “shy” and “clumsy”, but in a cute, endearing way that only ever comes up when the plot asks for it.
It’s frustrating, distracting, incredibly dull and at times downright insulting to the reader to encounter a story where one or more characters have a bad case of this, but unfortunately, it’s a pretty common weakness even in otherwise strong, well-written stories with interesting and complex character concepts.
Since characters and how the reader feels about them (whether they are supposed to relate to them, look up to them or feel repulsed by them) can really make or break a story, informed traits are an easy trap to fall into and many a writer’s Achilles heel.
So, how to avoid them?
This is where the trusty old “Show, don’t tell” comes in. You have most likely been told before that it’s usually better to go for subtlety and leave something to the reader’s imagination than to spell it out, and that is true.
It’s challenging to imply something without outright saying it. You have to get creative with the details you want to put into your story to get a point across by relying on your audience’s ability to read between the lines, and while it’s absolutely worth it to go the extra mile, you also run the risk of making your narrative too stilted and contrived instead.
However, there is a fairly simple trick to make your characterization feel more natural and insert it into the story smoothly:
Stop thinking of your characters as possessing certain traits and start thinking of their personalities as a collection of habits, preferences and specific abilities.
It might not sound like that big of a difference, but it will make translating your character traits into text much, much easier and save you a lot of trouble while editing.
A “smart” character
This can mean a lot of things. You could have a character who is booksmart, learns quickly, reads a lot, can retain information easily and access it when needed, but has trouble applying theoretical knowledge in real life, someone who entertains their friends by telling them about weird facts and trivia, someone who can still recite poems they had to learn by heart when they were ten, someone with a tendency to talk in such complex run-on sentences they frequently forget what they were talking about half-way through. Or you could have a character who is good at problem-solving instead, who likes puzzles and riddles, who gleefully obsesses over odd problems to find even odder solutions, but thinks so far out of the box in order to remain engaged in their current task they often miss the forest for the trees.
A “brave” character
Try to instead make a character who can never resist a challenge, who is a thrill-seeker and went bungee jumping about a dozen times already, who enjoys dragging their friends on the most dangerous looking rides in an amusement park and endlessly teases them about how pale they went afterwards. Make someone who simply cannot stand by when they see someone else get bullied, someone with a collection of scars they wear proudly and a story to tell about each one.
A “shy” character
Forget about characters who blush prettily when spoken to and that’s it. Instead, write about a character who can’t make eye contact without forcing themselves to, who stumbles over their own words when talking to strangers, who is afraid of wearing bright colours because it might draw attention to them, someone who is humble and polite, but distant and comes across as cold or uncaring because they have tendency to hide their insecurity by retreating into themselves, even though seeming rude is the last thing on their mind.
Insert these habits into the story wherever they fit best. Be consistent in the portrayal of your character’s behaviour, even as character development kicks in. Adjust deliberately, but reasonably. After all, old habits die hard, so having your character break with one, however minor, can be a powerful moment with just as much emotional resonance as a flashy, dramatic scene meant to convey the same sentiment, and any “big” scenes will likely feel more organic if the reader has already seen traces of the necessary character changes before.
Imagine: It’s Elena’s birthday and Damon is insanely mad with you because you are running late. You try to rush things up, but your boyfriend Klaus shows up. Let’s just say things get steamy.
*Requested smut, read carefully. :)
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we scheduled this so many times and you’re still late.”
worry, sweetpie, I’ll be there. I just need to take a shower. I’m
sure Elena will get if I’m little bit late.”
have exactly thirty minutes to be here.”
more than enough.”
Elena’s eighteen birthday and everyone was buzzing about it, since
Damon had been working very hard to throw her a surprise party. Of
course you loved helping him organize everything, but, heck,
sometimes he was so freaking annoying you thought about murdering him
in a very slow pace, so he would suffer more. Like today, you spent
the whole afternoon alongside Caroline and Bonnie trying to find a
great dress for Elena to wear tonight, as the vampire asked, and he
calls you to tell you are late. “Well, guess why I’m late,
sucker”, you thought, letting out a huff.
took a deep breath and went upstairs, back to your bedroom. You left
the pair of bags you brought from your shopping by the door and
started undressing, very swiftly and leaving a small mess to deal
with later. You went to your closet, picking up Elena’s gift and your
ravishing blue dress. As you placed them in the bed, you thought if
you were not already taken, God, you would make a mess in that baby.
You chuckled and bit your lower lip, remembering the last time you
had seen your boyfriend. The way he touched your body and kissed your
lips. One of these days that man would drive you completely insane.
me, love?” A deep voice said, making you jump out of fear.
Can’t you knock?”
I didn’t think I needed.”
course you have to. I could be…”
you’re going to say naked, don’t forget you already are.” He
smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you going to give me
hug? And a few kisses too?”
smiled, rushing to his arms and enjoying the kind of warmth only his
hugs could provide. His arms wrapped your body and squeezed you
against his chest, which made you sigh, closing your eyes, and feel
overwhelmigly satisfied by his presence.
six months ago, you and Klaus Mikaelson began dating. The first
couple of months, both of you thought it would be best if nobody
knew. Especially because he had just tried to kill Elena and murdered
Jenna. You were perfectly aware you should hate him for every single
bad thing he had done, but you could not help it. The Original Hybrid
had stolen your heart for good.
your friends found out about your relationship. It was brutal, for
they did not want to accept the fact you were in love with their
enemy. Damon thought you were compelled, so Klaus could use you as
leverage, and he convinced the others to lock you up. Just to buy
enough time for Bonnie to find a spell that could release you from
the compulsion. Obviously nothing worked, for you were not under any
kind of magic. You just loved him.
have you been all this time?”
care of some things. Don’t worry about that. Now, are you trying to
Suddenly you noticed your lack of clothes and blushed. “Oh!”
don’t have to be shy, love, I told you I love your body by all
slowly touched your form, making your skin burn at any place his
hands reached. You gasped and put your own hands on his shoulders,
pushing him off a little.
um, we can’t do that now, Nik.”
not?” He questioned, nuzzling on your neck.
moan escaped your lips and you mentally cursed yourself.
have to go to Elena’s birthday party.”
you be just a little bit late?” His hot breath on your neck made
you bit your lip several times, as a way to hold the sounds that
insisted to come out.
if I want Damon to rip my heart out.” He stood straight and
looked at me, frowning. “It’s just an expression, Nik, he’s not
going to literally rip my heart out.”
if he wanted me to kill him so slowly he would beg for his death.”
God, you’re so sexy when you’re playing tough.” You chuckled. “I
have to hit the shower now, darling. I’ll be right back.”
pecked his lips and went off to the bathroom. The sight of the cosy
bathtub made you let out a frustrated grunt, for you did not have
time to enjoy an actual bath. Shaking your head, you put your hair
up, so it would not get wet. Finally, you started the showering
process. The water was so deliciously hot, you saw yourself almost
numb out of relaxation.
look so good in there, love.” You smirked and glanced over him,
rubbing your body with a sponge.
course.” Klaus walked slowly towards the glass made doors.
“Although it gets me wishing you needed my help.”
believe I do. I mean, you can rub my back, right?”
nodded and you opened one of the doors pulling him in for a kiss.
Klaus let out a genuine laugh, after he saw how wet his clothes got.
The Hybrid striped, quickly, and soon enough he joined you. His large
hands firmly placed on your hips, squeezing strongly and making you
moan instantaneously. He cornered you against the fogged up glass and
made his way to your neck, kissing the delicate skin, his tongue
swirling around and playing with your sensations.
love when you call me in that tone.” The Mikaelson stated,
speaking against your skin. “Can you scream my name, babe?”
if you make me.”
be delighted to.”
cupped your breasts, using his thumbs to stroke your nipples. A small
gasp crawled out your lips. He smiled and kept descending, his hands
slowly massaging your waist, hips, until he finally got down on his
knees, finding a throbbing core which desperately needed a touch. If
you were wearing any panties, they would be soaked by now. That man
knew exactly what to do to get you wet.
Nik.” You hissed, feeling your breath become more and more
blue eyes looked up, finding yours. You could see the mischief
within. Klaus always had a way on making you crazy, this would not be
the first time. His hands squeezed the inside of your thighs and you
do you want me to do, love?”
want you to eat me out.”
badly do you want me to?”
dripping, so I’d have to say pretty badly.”
chuckled and placed a single kiss in your pulsating clit, which sent
shivers down your spine. You moaned, thrusting your hips against his
face, claiming for more. It did not take long for him to be kitten
licking your vibrating core. You arched your back, feeling his tongue
against the soft skin and groaning out loud.
want to hear my name, love.”
on, Nik, don’t stop!”
stood up and kiss your lips softly. His hand, though, kept working on
your swollen nub, circling small figure eights on it. You sighed
against his plump lips and he took that as a sign he could move
You wrapped your arms on his shoulders, as he lifted one of your
legs, teasing your entrance with his cock. “Klaus, don’t do this
to me, just…”
hybrid did not allow you to finish the sentence, giving you a sharp
thrust. Your walls clenched around him and he grunted, tightening the
grip on your thigh. The pleasure he provided was immeasurable. You
gasped, screwing your eyes shut.
it, Y/N, cum for me.” His voice was merely a hiss.
only sound that could be heard at the bathroom was skin clapping
skin. You desperately tried to breath, though only a couple of
strangled moans came out. Luckily enough Klaus was holding you,
otherwise you would fall off on the floor.
I’m so close.” You whispered.
sunk his head onto your neck, giving you sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.
His thrusts so fast and hard on you that you were sure the next
morning you would be sore. It felt so good, though. You stuck your
fingers on his curls, pulling it a little and feeling the tension
building up on your stomach. Somehow the original managed to find a
sweet spot inside of you, it barely touched, but it was more than enough to send you over
the edge. Your toes curled up and dug your nails into his shoulders.
God, Klaus!” You yelled, seeing some colourful dots on your
sight. The pleasure fulfilling you completely.
thrusts became more sloppy and you knew he was close too. As you
slowly came down from your orgasm, you clenched your walls even more
harder around his length.
it, Y/N!” Klaus grunted. “I’m going to cum.”
my pretty pussy?” You teased and he growled, nodding.
right inside your pretty pussy.”
felt his grip around your waist and thigh increase, realising, also
by his moan, he had had his orgasm as well. When Klaus’ breathing
came back to normal, he kissed you and giggled.
guess you will be late after all.”
“I don’t care, it was worth it.” He let go of your leg and you felt like you
had no strength to stand up by yourself.
“Well, obviously you still need my help.” He laughed. “Are you
my legs are just a little bit weak. I’ll be fine.”
think a fucked you too hard.”
did, actually. But I liked, so don’t worry about it.” Klaus nodded, smirking.
off the water and came back to pick you up, bridal style.
look, my hair is ruined! I’ll have to fix this and Damon will kill me
for being awfully late!”
you want me to take care of that?”
just give me my phone and I’ll face the beast myself.”
Klaus placed you gently on the bed, throwing a fluffy towel later,
and going off to find your phone, you could not be more thrilled to
be with him. Unlike what everyone said about him, he was, without a
doubt, a complete gentleman. Also a caring and lovable person. You
just had to go through his shell, to get to know the real Niklaus
Mikaelson. Among other reasons, heck, you could not help but be in
love with him.
Hi viria! I recently made a post about Calypso's hair color, saying her hair was supposed to be brown. I looked at the Battle of the Labyrinth, and it said her hair was caramel colored, and in the House of Hades, it says her hair is golden brown, almost the same as Hazel's. Sorry about that, I thought her hair was just brown, but I was wrong! Ack! Her hair is just some kind of caramel brown blonde mix, I guess ^_^
ahah, I think that’s the problem with descriptions like “caramel” and “cinnamon” :D every person imagines it differently, ahah, so it’s fine!
Though I have to say I’m still a bit in doubt over Hazel’s hair colour. I imagine cinnamon as a reddish brown, like a chestnut, meanwhile I’ve seen a lot of people picturing her with very light cinnamon hair colour? What I want to say, is that I think it’s okay to imagine characters however you like and how you have pictured them. Even following the description it’s hard to make up to the expectations of every single person since we all are so different!
So! If I draw something you don’t agree with, don’t worry and keep on your own version! Everyone pictures characters in the way they can relate to the most, while trying to stay in the borders of canon, so!:”D Hope that makes sense. Don’t let my art cancel your vision even if now it’s considered “official”.
If you agree with my depiction, it’s amazing! Even if you don’t, it’s still good! Keep what makes it fun to you! ;)
Describe the foxes' hands pls :) im trying to draw them but i dont have any imagination :/
oh my god
kevin: artist’s hands, with long deft fingers. really nice nails that look like he has manicures even though he doesn’t (well, maybe sometimes). his left hand swells when he works hard (so, every day, pretty much) but the bones set surprisingly straight considering they were never properly treated. he makes fists of them when he’s nervous. there’s a blog dedicated to his sexy man hands and all the kevin day fans share them everywhere
dan: TEENY LITTLE HANDS with broad palms and quite short fingers. strong-looking, calloused across the base of the her centre three fingers. she paints her nails in bright colours (like orange!!! but also yellow and pastel pink and neon green) and moisturises with lemon-scented creme that allison buys her each birthday and christmas. loves to wear pretty rings, anything from fine plain metal to big chunky statement ones
matt: GIANT HANDS which means there’s a pic on the wall of dan holding her hand up against matt’s to compare (from before they started dating. they’re actually about to arm wrestle). thick-knuckled from boxing. shares dan’s moisturiser, so his hands smell citrusy too
renee: small hands with neatly trimmed nails that she doesn’t often paint unless they’re all doing them together. wears cute gloves all through winter because they get cold. red-silvery ropes of scarring in the meat of her palm where she once grabbed a blade aimed at her belly, to match the tracery on her knuckles where she was cut once or twice. they ache sometimes in bad weather, and swell in the heat, and she often clenches and relaxes them to ease stiffness. they’re helper’s hands, made to work as well as fight, and more soft and generous than they look like they should be
aaron: workmanlike square hands with bitten nails and major tan line from his watch on his left wrist. they get cold easily but he never buys gloves so he often shoves them in his pockets and hunches his shoulders. has a crooked finger where he hit someone once (they deserved it) and it never healed right, but it doesn’t bother him much (except that he looks at it sometimes and thinks vaguely about becoming a doctor because everyone - even bratty poor kids - deserves proper medical care)
allison: the kind of hands you see modelling rings - long fingers, slim lovely wrists, perfect nails in shell pink and iridescent silver and shimmering gold. she pays for manicures and moisturises obsessively. doesn’t mean she doesn’t have calluses, though - and she’s proud of them. these hands are beautiful, but they’re still as likely to make you lose a tooth as the hands of the other foxes
nicky: big mobile hands that are always on the move. the kind where you can make out every well-shaped bone and tendon moving under his skin, no marks to obscure them. he’s lazy about moisturising ever so they’re always super dry and also really warm. he always briskly chafes them over the hands or shoulders of anyone who complains about being cold. catch him holding hands with any and all of his teammates to keep their fingers warm
andrew: broad palms, thick fingers; strong like the rest of him. scarred knuckles like tiny white starbursts where he’s punched things he shouldn’t - walls, mirrors, windows. misshappen knuckles from punching all kinds of stuff, actually (including people). broke bones more than once before he learned some technique for hurting people without hurting himself. under the marks, his skin is fairly pale from all the time he spends with them in his pockets, and also soft around the callouses from his racquet
neil: knobbly wrists but elegant slim hands that move quickly and lightly. they give him away sometimes, forming fists when he’s angry, and fluttering when he’s anxious or irritated. the burn scars stay rippled and obvious, but many of the finer scars between them eventually fade so you can only see them in the right light. often seen hooked into the hem of andrew’s sweater, or through a belt loop. andrew calls him “lost child” with a hint of mocking sometimes, but doesn’t tell him to stop
You were really glad that your plan that you made up in a matter of seconds actually went how you wanted it to go; get Luke alone, make him all hot and bothered, and then leave him sweaty and baffled along with wanting more. Everything was going perfect.
Rating: R [A BIT OF SUB SPACE AND JUST A TAD BIT OF A PAIN KINK, ALONG WITH LUKE BEING VERY DOMINATE]
A/N: y’all asked for it, so here it is… hope you enjoy;)
Of course the room fell
completely silent when those words wisped out of your mouth; you really should
not be surprise on the reaction that you’re receiving. You were somewhat
praying that you would get a different reaction, not one of surprise or shock,
but something that would make you generally happy and excited rather than a
stone cold glare and a fake smile.
You let your arms slump
to the side of your body as you stared at your green haired friend with wide
eyes; your back begins to curve in as you become the same height as the boy
that sits before you as your bottom lip drops into a pout as you shuffle a bit
on your knees.
“Before I say anything
that would most likely hurt your feelings, can I ask you something?” He questions,
his pierced eyebrow rising up on his forehead as he leans back on your bed
post. You just roll your eyes and nod your head slightly to allow him to begin his
now overanalyzing questions.
“Are you happy with
what you did?” Michael ask, his bottom lip tucking into his mouth as he gives
you a serious look. His feet rubbing over each other in his knitted grey socks
as you suck in a breath, before pushing your hand throughout your hair to get
rid of a bit of a tangled mess.
“Do you not want me to
be happy with what I did?” You question, eyes bearing into his as you cock your
head to the side and look at him with concern. He just rolls his eyes, drops
his lip from out of his mouth and lets a sigh escape him.
“First off, it’s not
about me, it’s about you. And second, I’m not the one who slept with my next
door neighbor.” He states, annoyance clear in his voice but you just ignore it
and shift around more on your knees as your lips tug into a smirk.
“Actually remember that
one time where-“
“That was years ago.”
“Actually six months!”
“But she wasn’t a
parent who was battling custody for their child.”
You let a groan slip
out of your mouth as you shut your eyes and throw yourself backwards on your
bed. The sheets below you crumple underneath the weight of you as you toss your
head around and kick your feet against the mattress, causing it to bounce
around under your weight.
“Stop acting like a
child and answer my question,” Michael muttered as his arms came and wrapped
around your ankles to stop the heavy movements.
“Michael it’s not that
serious!” You exclaim, hands by your sides beginning to grip the sheets.
“Uh… Yeah it is? You had
sex with a guy who is emotionally unstable, you took advantage of him,” He
explained, voice confident and sounding like a parent, which causes you to groan
and look up towards your ceiling.
(A/N): This could technically be considered a continuation of ‘Oh my God’ but whatever
Can I request 58. “My clothes look good on you.” with Jacksepticeye and the German reader from my last request? Maybe after they’ve spent their first night together? Thanks in advance!
58. My clothes look good on you.
( the whole prompt list is somewhere on my page… )
Warnings: Sexual reference ??
Gold sunlight lazily spilled through your drawn curtains, smearing over your peaceful face.
Your nose twitched in reply.
Stirring awake quietly, you opened both eyes in a heavy haze; automatically feeling a warmth on your left. Directing your jaw to look, your gaze came into sudden contact with a mess of faded green.
Sighing inwardly, you smiled at your wandering thoughts. Lost looking at your wonderful boyfriend. Though your hand felt a pulling want to caress this hair, you shied away from doing so. You had no desire to wake him quite yet.
So instead you slipped around slowly and faced the opposite direction.
He felt it, and came alive himself; only barely though.
“Morning..” Jack grumbled, confusion hitting him hard for a moment. He registered the fact you both were lying in your room, and not his own.
“Good afternoon, lover boy.” you smiled.
Your hand went to the corner of the cream coloured duvet, about to toss it off of you so you could get up.
“What are you doing?” Jack pondered, his accent thicker than normal in his hazed position.
“Getting dressed and stuff.” you laughed “Has to happen at some point. Du bist ein erwachsen.”
You threw your legs over the side of the bed, and was about to push yourself up when Jack’s arms reeled you back in. Pulling your back tight to his chest.
“I don’t think so.” he scoffed.
You chuckled quietly and patted his arm “Okay, I know, but we have to-”
“Nope. You can stay here.”
You went to get up again, but his arms just tightened.
He blew into your ear jokingly and you giggled, causing him to laugh as well.
“Here’s a deal. I have a shower, you make the bed, and we spend the day binging movies and make a video later?” you bargained, putting your head back to look up at him.
Jack let out a soft groan and pretended to think before saying “Alright, deal.” and he kissed your forehead.
You smiled and struck yourself upwards once he let go. You twisted around in a stretch and yawned; quickly covering your mouth.
Trotting to the bathroom door, you turned back around when you heard Jack call your name. You tilted your head at him in question.
“My clothes look good on you.”
You didn’t understand at first, until you noticed Jack was shirtless. Then everything from last night came flooding back, and your face was dusted a pretty shade of powder pink.
(A/n): I love writing for youtubers gosh dang. Plus this one was cute too
Natsume Yuujinchou is beautiful and amazing and completely underrated. And since so many of my followers have never read (or even heard of) Natsume Yuujinchou (Natsume’s Book of Friends), here’s a list of reasons you absolutely MUST read this manga (and watch the anime too because it’s amazing, but it does miss a few of the best chapters in the series):
The main character, Natsume Takashi has silver hair and eyes, and is also absolutely fucking stunning. He’s soft and warm and the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, but he’s also ULTIMATE SASS MASTER.
He has a very fat cat that can talk and also turn into a huge monster to eat people who try to hurt his human because he loves his human very much even though he likes to pretend he doesn’t.
Natsume is a foster child who has had so many horrible experiences with past foster families who only took him in to save face and who treated him horribly. But!!! He’s finally found his forever home! And they love and care for him and they’re literally the sweetest people in the entire world!!! (Yeah they changed his hair and eye colour in the anime to make him look more like his grandmother)
SPEAKING OF! Natsume can see youkai (spirits and monsters) and he had a very hard childhood because of it, because they’re not all friendly, and he sometimes can’t tell the difference between them and humans! In fact, a lot of them in his new town actually mistake him for his late grandmother, Natsume Reiko, who could also see youkai, and who went around being a badass, challenging youkai to fights and then forcing them to sign contracts to be her servants when they lost. She collected these contracts into the “Book of Friends”. She was just as stunning as her grandson, and her maiden name was actually Natsume. And she was Natsume’s maternal grandmother! Meaning that not only did Natsume’s mother take her mother’s surname, so did Natsume and his father!!
There’s a female youkai named Hinoe who is intimidatingly beautiful! And!!! She’s pan!!! She had a crush on Reiko!! And after getting to know Natsume, she feels the same way about him!!
This one is for @eatmyarse. Hope I’ve done your prompt request justice. Also tagging my friend @princessbec24 who helped me with the plot.
Feysand: Are you wearing my shirt?
To say that Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court and the most powerful High Fae in all of history, was wasted would be an understatement. Rhys was beyond claiming any sobriety for a good few hours, and that would be with copious amounts of food and water to soak up and dilute the alcohol in his system.
He and his High Lady had taken a trip together. They were in some remote part of the Night Court at a retreat high up in the mountains where guests were left almost entirely to their own devices unless they came looking for something. Leaving Mor and Amren in charge they had packed a few things and left. Most of what they had packed was alcohol and sadly that had depleted and unfortunately they had not packed much in the way of clothes. Rhysand assumed that he would just summon what he needed but in his inebriated state he was scared as to what might appear.
And right now he was in desperate need of a shirt.
Feyre had demanded food, she had tired of all the drinking and now insisted she was starving. To get the food one of them would need to go to the restaurant down stairs and order. He dare not use his magic to send a message to the restaurant as he may be more likely to drop a piano on them rather than I piece of paper. The dilemma Rhys had was that Feyre had taken his shirt and refused to give it back until she had eaten and he could not go down to the restaurant shirtless. Rhys was lying on the floor of the living room contemplating what to do. He had already considered the couch cushion and the table cloth that would hardly even make a cape. Then he spied it.
There, flung on the breakfast counter was Feyre’s shirt. He had magicked his wings away a few hours ago to prevent him from knocking over the fixtures and decorations in the room, so if Feyre’s shirt was stretchy he may indeed be able to use it. Rhys stood and stumbled on the edge of the couch, almost face planting it, and after a few more unsteady steps he was there. He let out a whoop of triumph when he felt the material, it was loose fitting on Feyre to begin with but it was soft and had a decent amount of stretch in it. He slipped it over his head a put his arms through where they needed to be.
Rhys pulled it down, and pulled it down again, and tried one last time but it still refused to sit past his belly button. Looking down Rhys rubbed his face with his hand. Feyre did not share his taste is fashion. Or more frankly his taste in black. This shirt was at least plain but it was an elegant shade of pink, because everything about Feyre was elegant. Taking a steadying breath to brave himself moved towards the the door.
Elissa worked at the greeting desk of the restaurant, the guests hardly ever used it but they still offered it as one of their services. Most of the guests here took care of their food needs themselves as they often came here for a private getaway. But nothing could have prepared for the sight she saw before her now.
The High Lord of the Night Court stumbled down the last few steps, clearly drunk. But that’s not what made her eyes widen. He was wearing a ridiculously small pink shirt. The lower part of his stomach was exposed and she was not sure how long the shirt was going to last stretched over his chest and shoulders like that. Looking around he squinted a little, clearly searching for something. He gave her a lopsided smile when he spied the counter she stood at.
It seemed to take a lifetime for him to reach her and Elissa tried her hardest not to laugh outright at her High Lord.
“Mmmm evening,” Rhysand said leaning on the counter for support.
“Good evening High Lord, what can I do for you?” Elissa asked with a pleasant smile.
With his thumb and forefinger the High Lord rubbed his eyes, “Our High Lady has requested food.”
Silence stretched a little awkwardly between them but Elissa had dealt with plenty of intoxicated guests before so she took the initiative and passed him a menu. “Is there anything in particular you would like to request?”
The High Lord took it and squinted at the words, he shrugged a little and his shirt rolled up another two inches. Elissa had to cover her mouth when she saw him actually to turn the menu upside down in an attempt to read it better.
“How about I choose some things for you. I can assure they are all delicious.”
“Yes thanks,” Rhysand replied, fumbling the menu as he handed it back. Then he lent on the counter but a little unevenly and almost fell.
“I could send it to your room if you like,” Elissa suggested.
“That would be fantastic.”
Rhysand gave her a two fingered salute and started his trek back up the stairs.
The High Lady of the Night Court was not sober.
Feyre was sprawled on the couch wearing her mates’s shirt waiting for him to return. She was much more sober than he was, she had been switching out some of her drinks with water and since a lot of what they were drinking was clear alcohol it wasn’t hard to do. Watching her ‘always so perfect and put together mate’ spiral into a sloppy mess entertained her to no end. The shirt game may have been too far though. She had expected a little more protesting, maybe some bargaining. Actually she had been counting on the bargaining. But instead he had just left.
The door handle rattled and Feyre sat up, her head spinning a little. Then Rhys walked through the door and Feyre just about fell off the couch.
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
Rhys looked down and gave the hem of her shirt a tug, “What do you think, Feyre darling, is pink my colour?”
Feyre cracked. She laughed so hard she snorted, more than once, then those were followed by a series of giggle fits that happened every time she tried to compose herself. Then the tears started.
“I’ve ordered the food you demanded,” Rhys said as he approached and Feyre watched as her shirt threatened to rip with every movement of muscle. It took all of Feyre’s drunk resolve not to snort again. “Can I have my shirt back now?”
“Rhys,” Feyre fought to keep her giggling to a minimum, “the deal was you get it back after we’ve eaten.”
He flopped on the couch beside her and attempted to give her one of his feline grins, but with that shirt on there was no way Feyre could take him seriously. So she manoeuvred her way to his lap and kissed him. She broke the kiss and smiled at the way Rhys frowned in disappointment.
“In the meantime though, while we wait for this food, I think I might take my shirt back.”
It’s honestly been so hard being a Snowbarry shipper. Always being called racist even though I shipped Eddie and Iris , saying that I don’t support Westallen because Iris is a woman of colour when I myself am a woman of colour. Getting hate for liking a couple that is not canon and will probably never be. Is it wrong that I see something between Barry and Caitlin? I never asked to ship Snowbarry but that’s where the wind is taking me and I’ll go down with that ship if I have to.
Do you have any fic requests? Anything you want us to read by the other admins or some tumblr friends?
I sure do nonnie! Sit tight and buckle in this is going to be long (maybe) I’ll start with friends and pick some of my favs from them okay? Everyone I’m picking I promise you should read every thing they’ve written all of it is amazing and honestly I personally believe some fics should be turned into movies. Anyway these particular fics have changed the way I read and write fanfiction so you should also follow these blogs (all the admins I’m about to shout out are amazing and kind) If you want me to do another and separate them by groups and genres then I can do that as well.
By @kpoppantydrop: A Rose Coloured Rogue that has four parts to it. It’s a SHINee fic but features Jimin (BTS), Wonho, and Xiumin written by admin Winter for Rogue’s birthday. A warning though it is smut.
Another one is Prettiest Pink a Jin (BTS) smut by Admin Lily. It’s filth from start to finish and I love it it’s so great I think I actually blushed whilst reading it.
Also here’s a cute as fuck Jackson (GOT7) fluff by Admin Desire called Something Good. It’s a birthday fic and it made me smile so hard whilst reading it!
Of course I have lots of others (Their masterlist is endless you’ll be on their blog forever I promise you wont regret it.)
By @xiuminsm : Here’s a super long Yixing fic that is Royalty AU and omg its so fucking amazing, it’s titled Until Hell Freezes Over it’s another smut but the smut is rather brief and its easy to skip over if you want to (I don’t recommend it though.)
Another installment in the Royalty AU for EXO this is for Suho and it’s titled Bete Noir the world that Liv spins in this series is seriously breathtaking. It’s a smut (yet again, I’m sorry most of the fics will have an adult theme) but its soooo worth the read.
In Abstenia really fucked me up like ??? Why did you do this to me??? It’s optional bias and v smutty
Welcome Back is a Sehun oneshot with exhibitionism, lots of smut, and a fresh from tour Sehun who misses you a lot. (Just punch me in the face tbh)
By @soobadnoonecanstopher : I will ALWAYS recommend The Boxer, I laughed and cried and honestly this whole series was a fucking rollercoaster ride strap yourself in it only goes up (and down very fast) from here. Lori isn’t technically my friend (I feel bad calling her by her first name gah I’m so sorry plz don’t hate me) but I’m friends with her fics because I’ve reread them all like ten times
By the other admins: I’d recommend you read Park It (written by Takara-yeolie its a Jooheon smut and a damned good one at that) and Overlooked (written by Memesol it’s Jimin (BTS) angst lol Memesol is so great at angst I hate her)
by non-friends/tumblr famous people I wish I were friends with:
@duizhangdeluxe wrote a series for OT12 EXO and I recommend it to EVERYONE Blanc et Noir is a smut series playing around with EXO’s “powers” and it is beautifully done.
@choco-seventeen wrote an amazing Joshua fic called Dreamcatcher and it’s a fantasy series(?) dealing with the dangers of dreams, failed friendships, life away from the city, and love. 10000/10
@versigny wrote this Namjoon smut that I think about sometimes (all the time) called Take Home Test, v smutty and A+ go support this blog it’s quality af
@thesammtimes ahhh what can I say? Everyone’s req list has something of theirs and for good reason so I’ll just give you their masterlist so you can find out for yourself lol
This is getting really long (I’ve been typing for two hours) sooo if you want a post about more recs just ask okay nonnie? Thank you!!! - Admin Yuuko
Jamie awoke with the sun shining in where he had failed to draw the curtains the previous night. He felt mildly hungover but elated. Last night with Claire had been wonderful. And she’d agreed to see him again. He had butterflies in his stomach at the thought of seeing her again, of holding her in his arms, of kissing her. He dare not consider more. She had been not only willing, but eager to take him to her bed last night, but they’d both had a lot to drink. He shivered slightly at the thought of having her here, lying next to him, touching him, under him. He shook his head to try and clear it and winced slightly at the whiskey headache. He leaned over to grab his phone. Thirty eight missed calls. He sighed. He checked them, but he knew who they were from. Geneva. It had been a while since the last batch of calls and he had hoped that she had finally stopped. In the past, driven by guilt he would answer her calls, or call her back. He would apologise over and over again for the fact he couldn’t be what she wanted him to be. The fact she had wasted so many years waiting for him, for him to walk out on her after only six months. She would yell abuse at him or sob and beg him to reconsider. It had been nearly 5 years since he left. They had been divorced for three. For the first time he considered his responsibility to Geneva and realised that he had none. She was a grown woman in a relationship with another man. He was a grown man. And he was in love with someone else. If they were to move on he needed to stop feeling so guilty. Sever things more cleanly. He considered what Claire had told him about her ex husband. How she had found a clean break and helped her move on more quickly. That after the initial tears and recriminations, she had simply walked away and had nothing more to do with him. Maybe it was time that he did the same. He cleared the calls and rose to meet the day.
He arrived at her door at 7pm sharp and by the speed that Claire answered his knock it was clear that she had been stood behind it waiting. She looked wonderful. Her dark curls were loosely pinned on top of her head so that her face was dominated by those mesmerising golden eyes, and she was wearing a navy blue dress which cut low at the front revealing just a hint of cleavage and her delicate collar bones. He had to fight the urge to kiss her there. Instead though, she stood on tiptoes and pressed her lips very gently to his.
“And hello to you too, Sassenach” he replied slightly breathlessly. He wondered vaguely if Claire was a witch, so strong and so powerful was his attraction to her. So fast and hard had he fallen. Seeing the hectic colour in her cheeks and the glint in her eye when she looked at him, he had an inkling that his feelings might well be reciprocated and his stomach flipped slightly, the butterflies once again waking up.
They chatted idly and companionably on the drive to Jamie’s. He told her about his day and his meeting with a potential partner in order to expand the brewery business, she told him about her friend Geilis’ latest boyfriend drama and how he had burst into the hospital in the middle of the shift and declared his undying love only for Geilis to tell him to bugger off as she had a bowel to resect and that was quite enough shit for one day.
They pulled up outside Jamie’s house on a quiet street outside of the city centre. Claire admired his little garden and laughed at his gnome.
“His name is Angus” He told her seriously. She raised an eyebrow at him. “He was a gift from wee Jamie, my sister’s eldest, when I moved in. He’s had pride of place ever since. Plus he guards my spare key” Jamie winked largely at this last statement and Claire laughed and his heart lifted at the sound. Opening the door he pulled her into the house behind him and feeling reckless and light drew her to him in a kiss. The kiss went on a while and Claire’s hands had found their way under his shirt. He kissed his way along her jaw and down her neck the sound of her little gasp which turned into a moan going straight to his groin. He lifted her slightly from the ground as he returned to her mouth and she surprised him by wrapping her legs around his waist. He turned and sat her on the side table, the bowl where he kept his keys falling to the ground in the process. He was dimly aware that if he didn’t get a grip he might well end up having her on the the highly unsuitable surface of his Ikea Fjallbo sideboard. She had him pulled tight to her and he thrust his hips towards her instinctively. Her other hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer and he moaned into her mouth. His hand moved slowly up her thigh, ruching the fabric of her dress as it went. Her skin felt so soft and smooth and her wanted nothing more than to kiss the expanse of creamy white, lily soft skin.
Claire had moved her attention the buttons on his shirt now and had already undone half of them.
“Jamie” she sighed, her lips moving now, kissing, sucking and nipping his neck. He growled in the back of his throat, barely mastering the urge to yank her from the sideboard, throw her to the ground and have her on one of Jenny’s good turkey carpets. Claire had his shirt fully undone and was slipping it down over his shoulders. What little sense of propriety still remained to him was quickly being worn down as Claire took his nipple between her teeth.
“Jesus God, Claire, I want ye so bad” He had her lifted again and contemplated carrying her into the living room which at least had a sofa and was less draughty than the hall way.
He pushed open the door and came to an abrupt halt as the figure of his ex wife turned to face him.
The Outsiders reacting to your colourful words when you stub your toe.
What you say: “Oh Mother fucking tit shitting fucketitty fuckerson THAT HURT!”
Darry: Hey would be trying to cover Soda and Pony’s ears. He would stare at you with his eyes wide and mouth agape. Never did he think something that colourful would come out of your mouth. He was almost impressed.
Soda: He would be screaming, he’s laughing so hard. This boi would be sore for the next week he laughed so hard.
Pony: He would be running over to you the first see if you were okay then trying to shoved Darry away from him. This poor boi would be scared for you as he tried to shove Darry away.
Dally: Wow this kid is impressed, but he’s also trying to do the same thing Darry’s doing but to Johnny. He laughing though.
Johnny: DUDE HE’S TOO PURE FOR THAT WTF (Y/N)! He’s just staring at you. Nothing more to about this boy.
Steve: He’s doing to same with Soda I swear. He couldn’t care less if your foot was okay he is just dying because of your go damn face. Also don’t get it twisted this bitch got it all on video.
Two-bit: He is dying. He is on the ground with his face in the carpet screaming and dying. Tears are streaming down his face as he scream into the carpet.