#i wouldn't want to spend time with me either

[sketch-guardian]

Imagine the students with an mc who’s like a middle aged man and has a beer belly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone write about a loud middle aged man in obey me

You're right, I guess I haven't seen many headcanons about such theme either🤔so I'll do my best to fix it☺For my headcanons, however, I usually use a gender neutral MC to make everyone feel included, so I hope this small change won't bother you too much🙈(I also apologize for the delay😥classes have started in uni again and I'll have less and less time to reply to asks, I might need to close the askbox for headcanons soon😭):

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A MIDDLE AGED MC WHO HAS A BEER BELLY"

DEMYA

Demya loves a bit of meat on bones, she can appreciate the thinnest or most muscular physiques too, however she would find a bit of plumpness charming, because it would make her mouth water. Middle Aged MC however wouldn't have to fear being mauled, because as Demya's mate, they would be off limits and have privileges that others would not be granted. Demya may nibble or kiss Middle Aged MC's beer belly out of affection while liying down on it during cuddle sessions in her soft nest, so hopefully Middle Aged MC doesn't mind having some marks, in easy-to-hide spots. Since Demya and Middle Aged MC are both troublemakers and food lovers, they would likely be a loud and occasionally chaotic couple, but still very much in love

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra is a pretty fit and sporty demon, however he wouldn't force Middle Aged MC to follow his training regime, he would leave the choice up to them, depending on how they feel, Domnra would joke about Middle Aged MC deciding to settle down with a demon of all the available options though, at such an age too. Domnra could become Middle Aged MC's drinking buddy, celebrating with glasses of alcohol and getting angry at TV, shouting and breaking havoc, Domnra would mostly be a depressed drunk though, as if Demonus eased his anger issues. In quieter moments, Domnra would hold Mobim in his arms and rest his back on Middle Aged MC's soft beer belly, playing some music to listen to together, making sure to satisfy both of their tastes in music

AZUL

Azul is a twink, so the idea of ​​carrying Middle Aged MC in his arms or holding them on his lap without using magic would be quite out of the question, at least for Middle Aged MC at first, because they wouldn't want to risk hurting Azul with their weight, however he would likely be into such stuff and, as a demon, he would still be rather resistant, so as far as he is concerned, Azul would let Middle Aged MC crush him, hell he would even thank them. Being quite eccentric, Azul wouldn't care if Middle Aged MC made a racket, to be fair he's chaotic too so they would be one of the wildest couples at parties, and if they were to suffer from insecurity due to their age or chubbiness, Azul would remind Middle Aged MC of their beauty through drawings and photographs, or straight up physical intimacy such as kisses and hugs, if the first options didn't work. Azul would like Middle Aged MC to feel confident in their own body and if they wished to lose weight, he would support them, suggesting dancing as a fun exercise

ZURI

Many demons would wonder how the hell Middle Aged MC managed to woo an ethereal and elegant woman like Zuri, the answer probably being their charm and genuine feelings winning the demon over somehow, making her overlook their appearance for a while, their relationship could almost remind a bit of the one between Morticia and Gomez, in a certain sense. The occasional loud mess might upset Zuri, who often gets migraines due to her hectic work, therefore she would appreciate if they could spend some quiet quality time together, while occasionally sharing a glass of Demonus. However, Zuri would still attempt at helping Middle Aged MC with their drinking problem and would try to clean them up a bit, by buying them expensive suitable clothes that compliment their figure and curves

ODON

Not gonna lie, the first thing that came to mind when thinking about a couple made of a middle-aged human and a horror beyond comprehension was Gravity Falls, specifically Stanford Pines and Bill Cipher, even if the dynamic would definitely be different. For Odon, most people, both on Earth and in Devildom, are quite young when compared to them, even Lord Diavolo, so they wouldn't really pay too much mind to Middle Aged MC's age, only if pointed out, it wouldn't make any difference though, especially because Middle Aged MC would still remain the youngest, even compared to the only other human in the exchange program (Solomon). Odon wouldn't care about Middle Aged MC's appearance, considering that the form in which they technically presents themselves doesn't correspond to their true monstrous appearance, so Odon would love Middle Aged MC no matter what and their messing around wouldn't even bother the eldritch horror, on the contrary it would amuse them, plus Odon would keep Middle Aged MC company while they drink, to make sure they're okay, drinking a cup of green tea instead of alcohol. Odon and Middle Aged MC would often lounge together, like an old married couple, on a couch covered in a flannel blanket while reading books, in the comfort of Odon's cabin in the woods. It would be cute to imagine such a domestic life

REMIEL

Remiel is aware of how fragile and short life can be, she considers it precious and would get quite concerned over Middle Aged MC's health status, from a logical and medical point of view. Their age would also remind Remiel of how little time she has left with Middle Aged MC and therefore, despite some somberness, she would try to enjoy as many moments as possible with Middle Aged MC, kindly trying to help them change their harmful habits, not wanting the day in which she will have to assist their soul in reaching the afterlife to approach so soon. Remiel, apart from her wings, has cold skin, so being in Middle Aged MC's arms, pressed against their soft and warm beer belly, would certainly be a new, but pleasant experience, a source of heat, perhaps enough to lull the angel of death into a light nap, which she would honestly need, as she often attends to her celestial duty. Middle Aged MC being loud would surprise Remiel, since she is more used to a calm and isolated environment, however it wouldn't bother her too much, since she literally has two uncles and an aunt, who don't know much about the concept of being quiet, whether it's because of her powerful voice (Fury), his heavy step (War) or his shenanigans (Strife)

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel would notice Middle Aged MC's age and size, however he wouldn't give too much weight to such details and would focus more on their affinity and how to spend time together. Nathaniel would be quite capable of handling Middle Aged MC being loud, after all he isn't the Archangel of Patience for nothing, however if Middle Aged MC bothered him too many times during his meditation sessions, then Nathaniel might decide to take revenge, it would be unclear how or when and Middle Aged MC would live for a while with anxiety, not knowing what to expect and when the angel would strike, usually it would just be a little tease anyway, because he's lenient. Being very chill, sometimes, Nathaniel would let Middle Aged MC sit on his lap while he meditates or while they rest like, playing with their belly as if it were a stress reliever and resting his head on their shoulder, finding the act very therapeutic. As for drinking, Nathaniel would just make sure Middle Aged MC doesn't overdo it

URIEL

Even Uriel would have no idea how Middle Aged MC managed to capture her heart and yet, much to her embarrassment, they still somehow accomplished such feat, however, due to having a reputation, the warrior angel would appreciate if Middle Aged MC avoided being loud or messy while she's busy with important celestial matters. Uriel knows how fragile humans can be and how many things can contribute to a premature death, therefore, not considering Middle Aged MC's lifestyle healthy, she would try to help them exercise, stop drinking and eat healthy, at least Uriel would do her best to not turn the experience into military training. One thing Uriel would be able to do with ease would be lifting Middle Aged MC in her arms, without effort or trouble, no matter their height or how big their beer belly is, Uriel is strong and Middle Aged MC would be like featherweight to her, so that would probably make them feel like royalty. Uriel would also enjoy the contrast between her sturdy body and Middle Aged MC's soft one

[famesau]

How They RDR2 Boys Kiss You

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 I'm only doing Kieran, Charles, and Javier for now (Might do Dutch and John later..) because I love them tehe. These are my personal headcanons! Also, I won't be writing them as bullet points more like one shots okay??? GREAT!

( Also the Kieran and Javier pictures are my screenshots, the Charles one is a random one I found in Pinterest--)

Kieran Duffy//First Kiss

Inexperienced 

You and Kieran were smitten with one another but he was always too nervous to make his moves and if he did it wouldn't last long. He'd get enough courage to hold your hand but once you noticed he'd pull back, fearing he was being too forward. You'd reassure him every time but his jitters would always get the best of him. So instead of letting him make the moves you decide to. When you noticed he wanted to hold your hand you'd happily take his in yours. When he wanted a hug you'd eagerly hug him back. You both weren’t official but there was definitely something here. Something new you’ve noticed was how often he’d stare at your lips. At first, you thought it was because you had something on your face or something in your teeth but soon you knew why he was doing that. He wanted to kiss you. It was painfully obvious but he wasn’t confident enough to make such a forward move. You’d catch how he’d subtly lean closer than usual but quickly back away if you caught him. After a few days of this continuous pattern, you decided to make your move again. 

It was night in the camp and all the members were heading to their camp to sleep or spend a few more minutes around the campfire. Kieran as you expected was near the edge of camp, leaning his back against a boulder while he was whittling a small twig to pass the time. It was easy to find him, if he wasn’t with you he was either there or with the horses. With a small smile, you walked up to him. He quickly noticed you. He tossed his stick aside and looked up at you, a slightly nervous but happy look in his greyish-green eyes. 

“Come with me.”

You said, extending your hand towards him. He assumed you were taking him to your tent like other nights to hang out so he took your hand and helped himself up. He happily followed after you, looking forward to spending time with you. Little did he know he was in for a pleasant surprise. 

Once inside you led him to your bed and sat, pulling him to sit down next to you. A smile was still on his face as he waited for you to speak. You turned your attention to him but remained quiet. Like you expected he started to watch your lips, admiring their shape and wishing he could kiss you. His daze ended when he felt your hands cup his cheeks. His eyes quickly darted to meet your eyes, a noticeable amount of blush on his cheeks as he noticed the look in your eyes. A look he couldn’t quite figure out. 

“Y-you okay?”

He asked before you pulled his face down towards you and kissed him. When you kissed him he jolted and stiffened immediately, a soft whimper coming right after. While your eyes were closed his were wide open, looking at you in utter disbelief. His cheeks burned a deep red from the soft and tender sensation of your lips against his. But as quickly as he jumped, he quickly melted into the kiss. His body slumped slightly so he could comfortably kiss you. You could tell he was a bit inexperienced from the way he kissed you back. When his lips found their way back to yours he was a little rough with eagerness but he didn’t try to explore your lips more. You however weren’t afraid to do so. You held the kiss, letting him get comfortable before doing anything else. While your hands cupped his scruffy cheeks you gently nipped his lip, asking for entrance, which rewarded you with a sweet whimper from him. You could feel his cheeks warm up and his body jump but he was definitely enjoying it. His eyes fluttered shut and he allowed you to take control. He hesitantly parted his lips for you and waited for you to continue. Though you were eager you took it slow, carefully slipping your tongue into his mouth. His body shivered from the sensation and let out a small moan when you did.  Slowly you lapped your tongue over his and he would soon do the same. His movements were awkward at first but once you both found a nice pace he grew more confident. His hands at first were resting on his lap but he deeply craved to touch you. So he extended them and shakily placed them on your hips. His hands only rested there for a moment before he started to pull away, thinking he was being too bold but you stopped him. You pulled your hand from his face and placed it over one of his hands. Reassuring him that this was okay, that he could touch you freely. The feeling of your hand over his made his grip on your hips tighten slightly. His fingers gently ruffled the fabric of your clothes, enjoying how your body felt beneath his hands. Without breaking the kiss he pulled you closer to him, closer than you already were. Now your chest and his were pressed against each other, his hands still wrapped snuggly on your hips while your hands fell from his face to his shoulders. You draped your arms over his shoulders and hugged his neck, kissing him with a little more hunger, and like clockwork he matched your pace, still letting you have the most control. This went on for a longer, him too desperate to stop and you having too much fun. Soft noises could be heard from both parties but he was a little nosier than you.  As fun as this was eventually you both had to pull back to catch your breath. As you both pulled away a small string of spit connecting you both before it broke. You both remained pressed against each other, feeling each other's chest expand and deflate quickly. You both exchanged surprised but happy glances at each other. His face was a much darker shade than yours but you both enjoyed that equally. You were about to pull away from him but that firm but gentle grasp on your hips stopped you. He leaned a little closer to you and with a soft and tender gaze he asked…

“..C-can we do that again? Please..?”

Charles Smith// On TheLips

First Kiss

You and Charles were dating but not for too long. He’s been in the gang for a little over six months and you’ve been dating for only 2 months. He was the one who seemed interested in you in his way. He wasn’t much of a talker but he’d say hey to you whenever he could. You were never bothered with how quiet and reserved he was and that made him like you more. You were patient with him and it did pay off. His way of “confessing” wasn’t really confessing.  When you weren’t busy and he was on guard duty he walked up to you and asked you to hunt. Of course, you’d join and each hunt went well but they felt different, more intimate. He’d talk more, occasionally asking you questions or sharing facts with you. What started as genuinely just hunting together would later be more like dates. You’ll ask each other to hunt just to spend more one-on-one time together. Of course, you’d actually hunt but that wasn’t the main focus. This went on for a while and of course, over time feelings started to grow. You both were closer than most and understood each other on a deeper level. Neither of you felt the need to ask the other out because you both knew what y’all wanted, each other. 

Even though you were both dating you never properly kissed. It was always a quick cheek kiss or forehead kiss. He also wasn’t overly touchy with you which never bothered you. You knew his way of showing appreciation was through acts of service most times so it never bugged you, but it did make you cherish the moments he was physically intimate with you. 

Today he was going out with a few other gang members for a job, one that might have him away for a day or so. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for him so when he departed you said your goodbyes and went about your day. Sure you missed him but you knew he’d come right back so it never worried you. But today was a little different. You didn’t know but the mission today had a much greater risk than the others. They were going to rob a bank in Saint Denis with a majority of the members attending except for you and a few others. Some people had to stay put and keep watch of the place so you volunteered. Charles was glad you decided to stay due to the high risks this mission had but he kept that to himself. While others were looking for guns and going over the plans, Charles was by his horse Tamia, giving her a few brushes before he left.  He was dressed in a suit, you never saw him this dressed up before but you did like it a lot. The cool colors complimented him well. Since he was alone you thought this was a perfect time to say your farewells. He quickly noticed you approach him, taking his attention away from Tamia and now fully on you. He greeted you with a small smile and you did the same.

“You look nice.”

“Thank you, need something?”

“Nope, Just seeing you off .”

You said as you took a few steps closer to him and began to fix his clothes lightly, smoothing out the ruffles on his vest and straightening the ribbon around his neck. He stood still, looking down at you while you fixed his clothes. When you finished you gave him a soft pat on his chest and another smile. He gave you a small nod in appreciation but his gaze lingered on you as you stepped away from him. 

“Be safe out there Charles, Make sure they don’t do anything stupid.”

“I will. Can’t make any promises bout that but we’ll see.”

You and he share a small chuckle, knowing damn well that stopping them from being stupid was highly unlikely but hey you could hope. You were just about to leave his side but something stopped you, it was the look in his eyes. You were good at picking up subtle things like that. He looked like he wanted to say or do something so you turned back to him, slightly tilting your head up at him. Just as your lips parted to speak he cut you off with a question.

“May I kiss you?”

 Your eyes widened slightly, surprised by his question. You stared back at me for a few seconds before laughing quietly.

“Pfft- you don’t have to ask to do that. But yeah.”

You turned your cheek towards him, expecting one of those kisses but that's not what he had in mind. He gently grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. Your gaze grew a little confused but in a matter of seconds, he pulled your chin up and leaned down, giving you a soft yet tender kiss. Your body grew stiff from the suen feeling is his lips against yours. His lips were plump, warm, and soft. You’ve wondered how kissing him would feel like, and now that it was happening your mind short-circuited. His fingers remained on your chin, keeping you in place as he continued to kiss you just a few seconds longer. Just as you felt yourself starting to relax into the kiss he pulled back. He looked down at you with a small smile on his lips and the faintest of red on his cheeks. You looked back at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open as you processed what just happened. There weren’t many times he could catch you off guard and this was one of those times. 

“You alright?”

He asked, brushing his thumb against your chin then gently pushing your chin up, closing your mouth for you. He didn’t expect you to react like that but it was a little amusing. He tilted his head a little, keeping his eyes on you as he awaited your answer. 

“ I uh..yeah. Yeah, I‘m fine.”

You said, clearing your throat at the end as you blinked a few times. Trying to regain your calmness but your heart wouldn’t let you. It raced quickly and loudly as you watched him, a soft glint of admiration in your eyes. His gaze too grew softer as he watched you but it was cut short by his name being called by Arthur. His hand fell from your chin and rested on your shoulder, giving it a gentle and firm squeeze before he left your side.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Mhm…Be safe out there.”

You saw him walk off and join the others, loading up into the wagons and starting to ride out of camp. As you watch Charles slowly fade into the crowded trees with the others you bring your hand to your lips and gently brush your fingertips against them. Feeling that sensation of Charles's lips against yours. You weren’t sure why he felt like today he would kiss you but you weren’t upset, far from it actually. He wasn’t sure why he did too. He wasn’t the type to overly worry when it came to jobs like this but after losing Sean and Kieran not too long ago to jobs gone wrong he felt a pit of anxiety swell in his stomach that he kept it under wraps. Maybe that was the reason he felt like kissing you, anxiety does make you do crazy things at times but he’d be a liar if he were to deny that it didn’t help. He enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he thought he would and as he silently rode in the wagon alongside Bill he felt his calmness coming back. 

Javier Escuella// Boby Kisses

Body Kisses

You and Javier have been together for a long while. Everyone knew and approved of your relationship, they always mentioned how happy he seemed now that he was dating you. He never thought he was the most attractive person in camp but that didn’t stop him from pamering himself and of course, flirting with those he found attractive as well. When you first joined the gang he was skeptical of you and your past but he kept any insults to himself due to his attraction towards you. Once you proved yourself and started to warm up with the gang he slowly began to hit on you, complimenting you in Spanish knowing you didn’t understand him. You and many others could agree that his flirting skills were terrible but you found it endearing how hard he was trying. Eventually, you were the one who asked him out, which not only shocked him but made him love you more. No person ever returned the genuine interest in him, he was always the one making the moves so this change was new but made him extremely happy. 

Your relationship with him was very lovey-dovey even now. He was a very romantic person, he’d always flatter you, compliment you, and get you things when he was out. He especially loved when you would sit near him at the campfire while he sang. The smile you both would give each other while he played and you tried to sing along made his heart flutter every time. He never had the opportunity to properly love someone so he made sure with you he did it right. He always made sure you knew verbally and physically how much he appreciated you, even after a long day where all he wanted to do was turn in. You insisted that he didn’t have to but he never listened.

Today however was rough for you. You were in Valentine making a few extra bucks for the gang and it went well. Up until you were on the way back to camp. You were ambushed on a bridge by some O’Driscolls. Thankfully it was only a handful of them so you handled them as quickly as you could but not without getting a few injuries. It was nothing too serious, just a few bruises and scraps but you were rewarded for handling them. They were carrying a couple hundred bucks on them so you took it as well as any other valuables to bring back to camp. You’d be a fool if you left all these goodies behind.

Upon your arrival, you were greeted by Charles and Lenny who were keeping watch. You rode into camp, being greeted by a few other gang members as you hitched your horse and stumbled slightly. Your body was tired from working all day and that O’driscoll run-in made it much worse for you. Before you went to your tent you had to give some of your findings to the camp. So you strolled your tired body to the donations box and put in some jewels and a few hundred bucks you found on the O’Driscoll’s corpses. Your generous donation wouldn’t go unnoticed, once you finished up there you were greeted by a firm grasp and the smell of a cigar and lavender.

“Looks like somebody's been working real hard!”

“You could say that Dutch heh..”

It was the Dutch Van Der Linde who then thanked you for your contributions. You hoped to just head to bed but he began going on about how this money would help everyone get to Tathi and how everyone would be alright. While he held you hostage and rambled on Javier quickly noticed you. He was sitting near the campfire, strumming one of his favorite songs while he looked at you. A soft smile brushed his lips as he watched you. He too had been out and about most of the day but he was looking forward to seeing you. He hoped you’d join him near the fire and share stories about your day. But he noticed how sluggish you looked, how your hair and clothes were roughed up, and how you walked with a slight limp. When you finally managed to escape Dutch you quickly excused yourself and went to your tent for some well-needed sleep. You were so focused on getting some sleep you didn’t notice Javier. When you walked off he quickly put his guitar down and went to follow you. Eager to make sure you were alright. When you entered our tent you quickly closed the flap door and flopped onto your cot with a heavy sigh. For the first time in a while, the bed felt soft and comfortable. Your aching body relaxed into the bedding and your eyes fluttered shut. You didn’t take your clothes or boots off from how tired you felt, you’d probably kick them off in your sleep anyway. Just when you began to tune out everything and drift to sleep Javier’s soft voice filled your ears. He was there in your tent as you flopped down, he called out to you but you didn’t answer, accidentally tuning him out at first. 

“Mi Amor?”

He called out softly as he slowly stepped towards you. You turned your head towards him slightly, remaining on your chest, too tired to try and move again. When your eyes met his worried danced across his features. You gave him a tired smile, glad to see him.

“Hi javi..”

“Are you alright?”

He asked, taking a seat on your bed near you and placing a comforting hand on your lower back, gently rubbing it. 

“Not really, but I will be..”

You mumbled, shifting your body, now you were lying on your side with your back facing him. His hand followed your curves and rested on your side now. Hearing that you weren’t okay made a frown tug his lips. He wanted to know what happened, feeling a bit of anger bubble up from someone daring to harm you but he didn’t want to burden you with questions tonight. So instead of asking questions he decided to help you relax. He pulled his hands away from your side and took your boots off for you. He carefully worked them off and placed them next to your cot. When he finished he crawled into the bed with you, returning his hand to your side. He leaned forward and began to litter small but sweet kisses on your neck. His facial hair tickled your skin as he kissed down your neck. Each kiss was sweet and gentle. Your body almost instantly relaxed when he kissed you, something was so hypnotizing about his kisses. This went on for a minute or so longer, his hand rubbing small circles as he traveled up your neck and to your cheek. 

“Estarás bien mi dulce..”

“You’ll be fine my sweet..”

He whispered sweetly as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his chest against your back and chin on top of your head. No matter how hard the day was he made sure to check on you and you adored that so much. It was like all the aches and pains went away the moment his lips came in contact with your skin. Your body melted into his grasp happily. You knew he’d mostly stay with you tonight like many other nights so you didn’t bother moving out of his touch. With staggered breath you rolled over, now facing him. He pulled back a little and loosened his grip so you could move around better. He curiously looked down at you and wondered what you were doing quietly. You shifted your body upwards in bed and kissed him, a thank you for coming to check on you. Instantly he kissed you back, his grasp on you tightening slightly. The softest of moans slipped his lips as he kissed you passionately. He wasn’t expecting it but he’d never complain when receiving any amount of physical contact with you. You and he held the kiss a few seconds longer before you pulled away. When you pulled back he smiled down at you, a lovesick look in his eyes. He really did love you.

“Thanks javi..”

“You don’t have to thank me, I’d do anything for you my love.”

With a tired but happy smile, you returned to your original position, your back against his chest. He pulled you in a bit closer and returned his chin on top of your head. And there you both remained for the night, him happily holding you and you happily drifting to sleep in his arms.

If these do good I'll make a part two for John and Dutch. I had so much fun writing these tee <33

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[anotherqueersnailowner]

I have come to the realization that I am likely aceflux which is mildly intriguing but also I Don't Fucking Care Enough to contemplate it any further so I'm just gonna keep calling myself greysexual

[tisajest]

You are newly orphaned and given to the nearest Wise Old Man to raise. He will be your guardian til adulthood and may or may not come to care for you, who would you rather that man be?

[tardis--dreams]

God i could have such a chill evening if it wasn't for that doctor's appointment tomorrow morning looming over me

[000png]

will zero finally go back to school... stay tuned and find out

[titansarmy]

and if i say canon adjacent, ivy inspired jasonxnico fic. i can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland.

[otakusapien]

I enjoyed most of the Adam Ruins Everything episodes I watched, but I will forever be mad about the episode arguing that we should get rid of summer break because we lose knowledge over long breaks, and schools have air conditioning now so students no longer need the break from the heat.

LOL, yeah, sure. That is the most SoCal assumption I have ever heard

[not-poignant]

Lately I have been trying to learn more about story structure and have been rereading books I've enjoyed while trying to pay attention to the structure specifically. I reread The Gentle Wolf and was just wondering, if you don't mind answering, is structure something you make a point to think about along with character/plot while you're planning out novel-length projects, or is it more something that happens instinctually for you?

Hi anon,

Tbh the answer for both things is kind of true when it comes to novels? I've talked a lot in the past about how I use a 3-act structure, and A/B/C storylines, so you only need to go back into the pia on writing tag to see some of those posts that have more of an explanation.

But I also generally speaking look at wordcount. I work out that I want to write a 90k story (give or take 10k words) - which is a standard novel). I generally divide that number by 4.5k (average chapter length, give or take 1000 words) and that leaves me with knowing exactly how many chapters I have to tell my story in.

From there, I mostly focus on having each chapter not be too 'busy' (i.e. focus around one major scene. The only exception are what I call 'transitional' chapters, where time gets super non-linear and I just skip ahead through a bunch of smaller scenes), and cleanly getting through my plot points as much as possible. In the chapter plan, everything is extremely short-handed. An example of my The Gentle Wolf chapter plan looked like this (copy/pasting from my chapter plan):

AODHAN

Thomas visiting Little Star. Aodhan happy to see him. They chat, and Aodhan realises he likes Thomas (or has known for a while) but that it’s been 2 years and he’s probably missed the mark. Thomas expresses needing information for his museum and because Aodhan wants to establish more of a connection, he suggests his grandfather.

THOMAS

Thomas meets Aodhan at Iona’s house. Iona treats Aodhan badly and Thomas feels bad. Wonders how this is connected to Aodhan’s ‘absences.’ The information Aodhan has is good. Thomas marvels because he has zero connection to his own wolf family, as he was put up for adoption. Aodhan mentions loving shifting, asking if Thomas would ever do it with him, but Thomas redirects: ‘I don’t like the loss of control.’

AODHAN

Aodhan with Hunter, shifting, chatting about Thomas. Hunter says Aodhan should just tell Thomas that he likes him. Aodhan gets a call, and leaves to see his father. Later he lays in bed and decides the worst thing about him isn’t that he’s demisexual.

(These are chapters 1-3 - Tumblr's formatting is weird and I don't want to touch it, lol).

The entire chapter plan is 1000 words, and one or two chapter descriptions are only one sentence. When that happens, it means I know around that point I'll need 'more' but can't figure out what I need yet at the beginning of the story. I leave those chapters as kind of empty spots for me to put any extra stuff in that might be relevant at the time.

But anyway you can see from chapter 1 we establish the unrequited aspect of Aodhan's feelings for Thomas, as well as Aodhan's workplace, and Aodhan's family as historically significant. In chaptaer 2, we meet Aodhan's family, and we learn more about Thomas' issues with shifting. In chapter 3, we learn that Aodhan is struggling over whether or not to tell Thomas he likes him, etc.

The Gentle Wolf actually had pretty slow / gentle pacing on purpose. But I tend to go with chapter plans like this because I just want bare bones of the events that are happening, or the emotionally significant events. I've got friends who write really long chapter plans (they're basically just writing a skeleton draft), but I've always done it this way - leave them as short as possible, focus on how to make these basic points powerful.

I don't chapter plan most of what I write, and the more complicated a story is, the less likely I am to plan it out (with the exception of The Ice Plague). The reasons for that are that I've had 9 years of practice writing serials, and I actually feel like I'm stronger at winging it and creatively figuring my way out of dead ends, than I am at pre-planning a story. So that's where the 'both' part comes in. I will also throw out an entire chapter's description if I think of something better as I'm writing the story.

I would say overall structure is pretty innate in the sense that...I've read thousands of books. I've watched thousands of TV episodes and hundreds of movies. I've read thousands of fanfics over the years. And I've done university-level courses in Scriptwriting and Creative Writing. There's so many different ways to look at story structure (3 act? 5 act? 9 act? etc.) I am a character first writer always, for better or worse, and I am mostly just interested in following characters through a story.

I try and avoid reading too many books on 'how to write' but I do like Dan Harmon's Story Circle technique (I learned about it late though, not at the beginning) and I feel inspired by the way Studio Ghibli tells a story, and many fanfiction writers that I love reading. I also find books written by writers tend to be extremely rigid and 'do it this way or else' (which is annoying when you realise they're all teaching you different ways), and a little (or a lot - in the case of Stephen King) ableist. So I avoid em! I'm the first person to say I'm not a great writer, but I like what I write, and since the great writers aren't writing specifically for me (not enough hurt/comfort, not enough angst, not enough BDSM, not enough diversity, not enough sitting with characters as they just talk about stuff and figure stuff out, not enough non-sexual touch, etc), I figured I'd fill that gap ;)

If someone wants to be a successful author, I don't think they should write like me, so...I'm just going to leave on that parting note, lol. There's a lot of other authors doing it better out there, just be wary of anyone who says that their way is the best and/or only way.

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They call me the headache king the way I always have one

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When You're Pregnant- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

genre: fluff fluff

a/n: let me know if you want more! any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

Finding out you were pregnant was one of the best news he's ever gotten in his life. He was determined to be there, every step of the way. He becomes way overprotective over you as your maternity passes by. He would always be close to your side, terrified that if he leaves, he might lose you again.

He wouldn't let you do anything. Laundry? Nope you stay and rest! Grocery shopping? Nope give him the list of what you need. If he found you doing anything by yourself he would immediately step in and help or do it himself.

Whatever pregnancy cravings you want he would either make it for you or go out of his way to get it for you. He would also try it with you no matter how weird it was.

Endless shoulder, back, leg rubs to help sooth your tired and aching body. He can't imagine how tired you must be growing another human inside of you so he wants to take away an discomfort in any way he can.

Zayne:

He's a cardiac surgeon. He knows the anatomy and physiology of the human body. So he checks on you and your bump everyday to make sure everything is alright. At night he makes sure that you sleep in a correct and comfortable position.

Anything you crave he'll either cook for you or he'll pick up or buy. Whatever you need this man will do it all for you.

This man is always ready. He has all the medical dates and any important events written down in his schedule. He would have the best doctors to give you regular check ups, follow up tests, and even for ultrasounds. He would even have a bag packed ready for when your delivery arrives.

If anything felt wrong or you were anxious about anything, you would call him first before any of your doctors and he would immediately be on his way to you.

He would def have a folder of all the scans, tests, reports of all your baby stuff and keeps one in your shared bedroom and one copy in his office. Sometimes he'll go back and read the files and be nostalgic on how much weeks and months have passed by already.

He would have a week free in his schedule in case you deliver before or after the due date. So no surgeries or any meet up with any patients because all his time is yours.

Rafayel:

I think he would definitely be happy but deep down I think he would be nervous. You know this man is clingy but ever since you told him you were pregnant, anywhere you went he would be right beside you.

The more your bump starts showing, he would spend time out of his day talking to you and your baby. You two would spend so much time discussing names and plans for when the baby arrives. When your asleep, he would whisper quietly talking to the baby bump and basking in your beauty. He would fall asleep on your side for talking to the baby bump so late, one hand rested gently on your bump.

He would have an extra room ready for when the baby arrives. He would help pick out what furniture and what baby clothes to buy with you. He would tell you all the ideas of what he would paint for the walls for the baby room.

I def think this man would take pregnancy photo shoots or even paint you to capture the joy and anticipation. But no photo or painting can ever capture what beauty he truly sees in his eyes. He'll have an ultrasound picture in his wallet below a picture of you two and an extra empty space for when the child is born.

Sylus:

He would be by your side as much as he can. When you get morning sickness, he would immediately be by you, holding up your hair and rubbing your back. He would carry you back to bed and making you tea.

If you were to have any body aches and need a massage, he's already on it. He would have any ointments and anything you needed to feel comfortable or to ease any discomfort.

Although he wants to stay by your side at all times, he does have to work. This man is the Onychinus's Leader after all. He hates that he has to be so far away from you though. He'll try to stay in contact as much as he can. While he's away he'll have Luke and Kieran take care of things for you. He'll have Mephisto give him checkups if your asleep or taking naps. He'll hire a personal chef to cook you anything you want.

This man has all the money in the world. Whatever you want, you get it. You want this room to be the baby room? It's all yours. You want the whole floor to be the baby room? Say no more. Whatever baby furniture you look at, it's yours. Whatever color you want for the room, it's yours. And if you want it repainted for the 10th time, he'll make Luke and Kieran repaint it again and again.

If it were your 6th or 7th month into pregnancy you would tell him that you found out that babies in the womb can hear stuff outside. He would rest by your side, whispering things to the baby saying things like "Come out soon little one so you don't give mommy such a hard time in there." or "Maybe I should try to sing the baby a song." Which you immediately shut that idea down.

[ladysharmaa]

Why don't you love me?

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Y/n and Anthony are in an arranged marriage. When she stops trying to make the relationship work and be the perfect wife, Anthony realizes what he's lost. Will he be able to get her back?

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It wasn't the marriage she wanted. And it wasn't what he wanted, because, in fact, he didn't even want to be married. And he didn't mind showing it. But for Y/n, she tried to make the best of their unfortunate situation.

It all started at the beginning of the season when Violet Bridgerton decided that her firstborn had been single for too long. So, she spoke to Y/n's parents, who were good friends of hers, and they both decided that a marriage between the two would be beneficial to both families. Anthony was going to have the support of someone who would take Violet's place as Viscountess and Lady Bridgerton. For Y/n's life, in this society, having a husband was essential and this marriage would allow social advancement.

Thus, Anthony and Y/n agreed with this decision. The preparation for the wedding was carried out quickly and this event was the biggest news for days. Lady Whistledown didn't help matters either by immediately releasing an advert showing her doubts about Anthony having a wife.

This only worsened Y/n's mood, who already feared being married to Viscount Bridgerton, as she was now doubting all the lovers Anthony could take to their bed. Would he not respect their marriage? Did she just want an heir and take care of the children? With these doubts, she said the "I do" in front of hundreds of people watching the ceremony, and allowed just one tear to fall.

From the beginning, Anthony made a point of making it clear that their marriage was purely a compromise, and that he would never truly love her. He was going to fulfill his role and try to have an heir and outside the house, they would act like a happy couple, but it wouldn't go beyond that. In silence, Y/n just offered him a nod, showing that she understood.

However, since then, nothing has happened between them. Anthony allowed her to have her own room, something Y/n was more than grateful for. Having to look at the face of her husband who would never love her every time she fell asleep would be too painful.

She was expecting that on some nights he would enter her room to try to get her with child. But none of that happened, which only confused Y/n more. Was he so disgusted by the idea of being married to her that he didn't even want to have pleasure with her?

So she tried to distract herself with tasks that could take some of the work off Anthony's shoulders and try to be the perfect wife. But Anthony still refused to spend more than five minutes alone with her. At breakfast, he was already at the office when Y/n woke up to go eat, at night he preferred to spend time with his brothers instead of returning home. He was making everyone's life difficult and Y/n was starting to get more and more sad. Would this be her routine until the end of her life? Trying to please a husband who didn't want her?

It was on a summer afternoon that Y/n, upon returning from a social gathering with Anthony's mother and sister, realized how hot the mansion was. She quickly remembered how Viscount's office, the few times she had been there, was directly in the sun which made it even hotter. So she decided to be brave and try to have at least a friendly relationship with her husband, so she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

With growing nerves, Y/n went to Anthony's office door and knocked on the wood. After hearing Anthony's voice, she opened the door, finding him plus Benedict, who had become good friends with Y/n.

"Oh, I apologize if I am interrupting." she said shyly, keeping to the doorway.

"You are." Anthony immediately agreed in a deep voice, not paying attention to her and turning his attention back to the papers.

At the same time, his brother hurried to assure Y/n, "You're not interrupting anything. You even saved me from Anthony's boring lecture here."

The woman smiled uncomfortably. "Right. I just came to bring you a cup of water. It's so warm outside. I wasn't aware you were here, Mr. Bridgerton, but I can go and also bring you some water."

"Thank you, Y/n, I would—"

However, he couldn't finish his sentence as Anthony hit the table, causing his wife to jump in fright and immediately take a step back. Her reaction made Anthony's expression show some regret, but he quickly hid it. A silence fell between the three.

"I'm fed up, Y/n! Can't you understand that men are trying to work?! Go back to your life of looking at flowers and walking around without having to do anything and leave!"

Y/n's mouth opened and closed several times, trying to understand what had just happened. Finally, she pursed her lips and her eyes turned cold. "I apologize, Lord Bridgerton. It won't happen again. If you'll excuse me."

When she left the room, Benedict looked at his brother in shock. "That was so harsh. The poor girl was trying to be nice and cared enough to bring you a glass of water. If you don't want it, I'll have it. I'm talking about the glass and her."

"Don't you dare." he muttered with a clenched jaw, glaring furiously at Benedict. Where did this anger come from just thinking about Y/n with another man? "Now, let's go back to discuss how you spent money on a bet."

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Y/n's behavior with Anthony changed completely. Everyone noticed that the Viscountess finally reached her limit, and stopped being the friendly wife, now looking coldly at her husband whenever they passed each other in the mansion. However, as a couple and heads of the family, they still had obligations to fulfill together.

Public appearances were more tense, but they still managed to keep a smile on their faces and talk to all the ladies who asked about their marriage and when they would have children, giving short answers so that nothing would end up in Lady Whistledown's hands. They also attended a horse race, even betting on different horses that would win. Y/n ended up winning the bet, and her smug look irritated Anthony for the rest of the day, something his brothers were quick to tease him about.

But despite not liking Anthony after his cruel words, which Y/n still thought about constantly, she adored his sisters and mother. They had accepted Y/n into the family, including her in their gatherings and even being a should to cry on. Daphne had already said more than once that she would have no problem going to Anthony and try to talk some sense into him, but Y/n refused. Anthony already didn't like her, if he thought she was turning his family against him he would hate her even more. And she didn't need to make her life worse than it already was.

One day, when she went with Anthony to the Bridgerton mansion to drop off some documents, Hyacinth, Anthony's younger sister, took her aside. Y/n followed the girl to the bathroom where she, with teary eyes and trembling lips, asked her if she was going to die when she started bleeding from her lady parts. Hyacinth also revealed to her that she wanted to go to her mother, but she had gone shopping with Francesca and was alone at home with just Collin. Y/n, very calmly and gently, assured her that it was a normal thing and that all women went through this, explaining what she should do.

It was no secret that Y/n was happy that Hyacinth trusted her with this scary situation and that she was able to help the girl. Despite all the problems in her marriage, she now had a role in helping Anthony's sisters and she never wanted to fail in that.

To Y/n's surprise, Hyacinth ended up giving her a big hug, remaining attached to her for the rest of the afternoon. Her period was making her so affectionate, more than she already was, that Y/n couldn't stop a big smile from appearing on her face at receiving so much affection.

Anthony, when he finally finished talking to Collin about the documents he brought, I was surprised to see his sister on the couch hugging Y/n. "Hyacinth, what are you doing?"

"Hugging my sister-in-law, brother. But you don't know what that is, do you?" she snapped. The girl's change in mood made Y/n have to put a hand over her mouth to keep Anthony from hearing the laughter that escaped her.

The shock on Anthony's face was comical. His little sister was basically choosing Y/n over him. And in truth, he didn't judge her because his wife was, without a doubt, better than him. And she deserved so much better.

On the other hand, his heart warmed when he saw the bond that the two had created. It was clear that Y/n felt great affection for his family. Could it be that if he had accepted this marriage from the beginning, they would now be a happy family? That they would spend afternoons together, cuddling on the couch and talking to his siblings? All these thoughts were racing through his mind, and the guilt was growing so much that he felt like he was going to vomit.

"Lord Bridgerton?" that sweet voice he had come to adore brought him out of his thoughts. He hated that since he snapped at her, she never called him by his first name again.

"What?" he asked, still disoriented.

Y/n was looking at him like he was stupid. "I asked if you were ready to leave. Hyacinth already went to her room to rest. I would like to do the same. So you must make haste."

Her bossy tone almost made his lips curl into a smile, but he controlled himself in time. "Of course, wife. We shall leave now. But I have to ask, what happened between you and my sister?"

"All you need to know is that she's fine and she's a woman now. But don't worry, as your wife, I'll handle these situations. Unless you prefer me to go look at the flowers, take a walk, and do nothing?"

The hint, which was delivered with great anger, caused the man to blush in shame and lower his head. Y/n didn't wait for his answer, taking her coat from a maid and walking to the carriage. He had screwed everything up.

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A few more days had passed and the situation between Y/n and Anthony had only gotten stranger. The day after the situation with Hyacinth, Y/n was coming down from her room to go get breakfast, as she always did, when she came across Anthony at the table, appearing to be waiting for her to eat.

Y/n stopped abruptly, looking at him in shock. "What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for you so we can have breakfast. I have to go see my brothers again today to talk business, so I was thinking you could come with me and spend some time with my sisters. My mother She's also been saying how she hasn't seen you in a while. That is, only if you want to go. If not, I'll just go… Or I'll stay here to keep you company, whatever you want." he choked up, finishing his speech by drinking some milk, perhaps to calm his nerves.

Y/n remained in place without moving. She looked at Anthony strangely, as if doubting that those words had even come out of his mouth.

"It was silly of me to ask—"

"No," she interrupted him. "It's fine. I would actually like to go and spend time with your sisters. They are lovely. I shall go get ready then."

"Aren't you going to have breakfast with me first?"

"Lord Bridgerton, I've been eating breakfast alone since we got married and I came to live with you. I think you can handle doing the same for a day. Excuse me." she said with an exaggerated smile, turning her back on him and starting to go back to her room. However, she turned back to go get a cake that was on the table. "But I'm hungry so I will eat this in my chambers."

"Call me Anthony!" he exclaimed before she was completely gone. He had a desperate look, almost looking like he needed to hear his name come out of her lips.

"No."

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Like every year, the Queen decided to throw a ball to celebrate the Diamond of the Season. The most eligible maiden on the marriage market. Y/n still remembers the first ball she attended — Daphne was the diamond of the season, but Y/n also managed to dance with a few suitors. Of course, in the end, she didn't end up marrying any of them. However, the nerves she felt at that ball were equal to or less than what she felt today: her first ball married to Anthony.

The Viscount and Viscountess had entered together, her hand resting on his arm, followed by Violet and the rest of his siblings. Tonight they would have to be on the lookout for suitors who might want to dance with Francesca, the diamond of the season.

Anthony quietly appreciated his wife. She looked breathtaking in her dress, her hair neatly tied back that showed off her majestic earrings, given by Anthony on their wedding day. He was proud to have a wife like Y/n, and he regreted that he hadn't shown it since day one.

While the Bridgertons started to go their own way, interacting with other people and dancing, Y/n preferred to stay in the corner watching the couples dancing. She longed to experience that with Anthony, but not in a forced way like some were. No, she wanted it to be felt, for them to dance to the music and really appreciate that moment.

But instead of her husband approaching her, it was another man, Earl Cavendish. Y/n remembered some moments when she had already seen him, as he was looking to get married this season. As she approached her, with a confident air, Y/n lowered her head to compliment him, "Good afternoon, Earl Cavendish."

"Lady Bridgerton, a pleasure to meet you. I must say, you look flawless. Would you give me the pleasure of dancing with me?" he extended his hand.

Y/n's eyes widened, not knowing what to do. People had already started looking at them, whispering among themselves. However, she didn't have to respond to the invitation as she felt an arm wrap around her waist and bring her closer to him.

"Excuse me, Earl Cavendish, but I want to have the pleasure of dancing with my beautiful wife first." Anthony said with his jaw clenched, looking him up and down menacingly. "I'm sure you will be able to find other ladies to dance with tonight. Just not my wife."

The two men looked at each other for a few seconds, neither of them wanting to back down. Anthony grew more and more furious, her wrists clenching and bringing Y/n even closer to him, but careful not to hurt her.

"Very well. I shall leave. I hope to see you again someday, Lady Bridgerton."

"I will —" Anthony began by exclaiming in anger as the Earl walked towards another woman, not having liked the way he looked at what was his.

"You will do nothing." the Viscountess snapped coldly. "I can't understand you, you ignore me, you treat me badly, and then you act protective when another man shows interest in me? I never said anything about you having lovers, even though I didn't like that in our marriage."

"What? I've never disrespected our marriage like that, Y/n. In the past I've done a lot of things, but since we got married the only woman I'll look at and touch is you. I don't want anyone else."

"You have a funny way of showing it." she laughed sarcastically, feeling increasingly emotional. "I have to go get some air. You should go check on Francesca again."

Feeling the cold night air, Y/n's heart began to calm down. It was so difficult having to deal with Anthony's changes of attitude, she couldn't understand him. She just wanted to be loved, and since that wasn't possible, she preferred that they stay as far away from each other as possible since being friends didn't seem to be an option either.

"I'm sorry." the voice she had come to know so well whispered behind her. Y/n refused to turn around, leaning against the balcony and taking deep breaths to control her emotions. "I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I know that marrying me shouldn't have been your choice either, but I was scared. I was scared to have a wife, because that meant I had another person in my life that I could lose ."

She finally had the courage to turn around and look into Anthony's brown eyes. They held back tears and showed the sadness, regret and anger that Anthony felt.

"I'm so angry with myself for the way I treated you. You deserve so much better than this. And I'm sorry I couldn't give you that. The cruel words I said to you but didn't mean. I was scared to let you in. in my heart, so I tried to push you away. Believe that all I want is to have you in my arms. To love you. To start a family with you. Please, I promise I will do better. And every day I will try to reward you for what you do.

"Lord Bridgerton—"

"Please, call me Anthony. It pains me when you call me like that. Reminds me that I was… Am so close to losing the best thing of my life. I will kneel before you and beg for forgiveness if that's what you want." he murmured with a hand over his heart, beginning to kneel on the ground without hesitation.

"There is no need for that… Anthony." she enjoyed seeing the relief and happiness that spread across his face upon hearing his first name. "I just don't understand why you didn't love me? And now you want to try to make our marriage work?"

"That's the thing, I have always loved you. I love you. My whole body, my heart, feels love for you. That has never changed." he revealed desperately. "I was a coward and didn't know how to deal with my feelings. Because they are so strong that my heart feels like it's going to come out of my chest. Please, give me another chance."

"Hmm, I don't now." The look of disappointment was so marked on Anthony's face, almost looking like he was ready to burst into tears, that Y/n stopped his suffering and showed him an amused smile, making him understand that she was joking. "I think I want you to suffer a little more to get my forgiveness."

"I will do anything for you, Y/n. Ask me the world and I will give it to you."

"Such a romantic now, aren't you?" she whispered, admiring his features.

She didn't realize their faces were so close until she felt his nose trace the delicate skin of her cheek. A gasp escaped her mouth, and Anthony took the opportunity to connect their lips in an unforgettable kiss.

Anthony pulled away quicker than he wanted, but he needed to make sure this was really what his wife wanted. "I love you."

"Kiss me again, and maybe I will also tell you that."

And what his wife wanted, he did. The two remained on the balcony, enjoying the comfort the other gave them. They still had a long way to go, but they knew that from that moment on, their lives would change drastically for the better. They had each other.

[kethabali]

there's literally no point for me to live here other than to get my degree cuz fuck this place everything is expensive nothing is even worth the shit ton of money i have to spend nothing ever no fuck this i am literally going to move to vietnam or another southeast asian country its cheaper to live there quality of life is better and food tastes good and won't poison you nearly as much fuck america i have enough money to go live out there for at least a few years i just need to get the fuck out i cannot DO THIS ANYMORE