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physalian · 4 months

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Humanizing Your Characters (And Why You Should)

To humanize a character is not to contort an irredeemable villain into the warped funhouse mirror reflection of a hero in the last 30 seconds to gain “narrative subversion” points. To humanize is not to give said villain a tragic backstory that validates every bad choice they make in attempt to provide nuance where it does not deserve to be.

To humanize a character, villain or otherwise, is to make them flawed. Scuff them up, give them narrative birthmarks and scars and imperfections. Whether it’s your hero, their love interest, the comic relief, the mentor, the villain, the rival, these little narrative details serve to make all your literary babies better.

Why should you humanize your characters?

To do this means to write in details beyond those that service the plot, or the themes, or the motifs, morals, foreshadowing, or story. These might be (and usually are) entirely unimportant in the grand scheme of things. So, if I wrote lengthy diatribes on pacing and why every detail must matter, and character descriptions and thematic importance, why am I now suggesting go free-for-all on the fluff?

Just like real people have quirks and tics and beliefs and pet peeves that serve our no greater purpose, so should fictional people. Your average reader doesn’t have the foggiest idea what literary devices are beyond metaphor, simile foreshadowing, and anecdote, but they can tell when the author is using motif and theme and all the syntactical marvels because it reads that much richer, even if they can’t pinpoint why.

And, for shipping fodder, these tiny little details are what help your audience fall in love with the character. It doesn’t even have to be in a book – Taylor Swift (whether you like her or not) never fills her music with sexual innuendo or going clubbing. She tells stories filled with human details like dancing in the refrigerator light. People can simultaneously relate to these very specific and vivid experiences, and say “not that exactly, but man this reminds me of…” and that’s (part of) the reason her music is so popular.

What kinds of narratives need these details?

All of them. Visual media, audio, written, stage play. Now, to what degree and excess you apply these details depends on your tone, intended audience, and writing style. If your style of writing is introspection heavy, noir character drama, you might go pretty heavy on the character design.

But even if you’re writing a kids book with a scant few paragraphs of setting descriptors and internal narration, or you’re drawing a comic book – if you have characters you want people to care about, do this.

Animators, particularly, are very adept at humanizing non-human characters, because, unlike live acting, every single stroke of the pen is there with intent. They use their own reflections for facial references, record their own movements to draw a dance, and insert little bits of themselves into signature character poses so you know that *that* animator did this one.

How to humanize your characters.

I’m going to break this down into a couple sections: Costume/wardrobe, personality, beliefs/behavior/superstitions, haptics/proxemics/kinesics, and voice. They will all overlap and the sheer variety and possibilities are way too broad for me to capture every facet.

Costumes and Wardrobe

In the film Fellowship of the Ring, there’s a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment where, after Boromir is slain by the Uruk-Hai, Aragorn takes Boromir’s Gondorian vambraces to wear in his honor, and in honor of their shared country. He wears them the rest of the trilogy. The editing pays no extra attention to them beyond a split second of Aragorn tightening the straps, it never lingers on them, never reminds you that they’re there, but they kept it in nonetheless. His actor also included a hunting bow that didn't exist in the book because he's a roamer, a ranger, and needs to be able to feed himself, along with a couple other survival tools.

Aragorn wears plenty of other symbolic bits of costume – the light of the Evenstar we see constantly from Arwen, the Lothlorien green cloaks shared by the entire Fellowship, his re-forged sword and eventual full Gondorian regalia, but all those are Epic Movie Moments that serve a thematic purpose.

Taking the vambraces is just a small, otherwise insignificant character moment, a choice made for no other reason than that’s what this character would do. That’s what makes him human, not an archetype.

When you’re writing these details and can’t rely on sneaking them into films, you have to work a little harder to remind your audience that they exist, but not too often. A detail shifts from “human” to “plot point” when it starts to serve a purpose to the themes and story.

Inconsequentiality might be how a character ties, or doesn’t tie their shoelaces, because they just can’t be bothered so they remain permanent knots and tripping hazards. It might be a throw-away line about how they refuse to wear shorts and strictly stick to long pants because they don’t like showing off their legs. It might be perpetually greasy hair from constantly running their fingers through it with stress, or self-soothing. A necklace they fidget with, or a ring, a belt they never bother to replace even though they should, a pair of lucky socks.

Resist the urge to make it more meaningful than “this is just how they are”. If I’m using the untied shoelaces example – in Spiderverse, this became a part of the story’s themes, motifs, and foreshadowing, and doesn’t count. Which isn’t bad! It’s just not what I’m talking about.

Personality

In How to Train Your Dragon, Toothless does not speak. All his personality comes from how he moves, the noises he makes, and the expressions on his face. There’s moments, like in the finale, when his prosthetic has burned off and Hiccup tells him to hold on for a little bit longer, and you can clearly see on his face that he’s deeply uncertain about his ability to do so. It’s almost off the screen, another blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment. Or the beat of hesitation before he lets Hiccup touch him in the Forbidden Friendship scene. Or the irritated noise he makes when he’s impatiently waiting for Hiccup to stop chatting with his dad because they have a giant dragon to murder. Or when he slaps Hiccup with his ear fin for flying them into a rock spire.

None of those details *needed* to exist to endear you to his character or to serve the scenes they’re in. The scenes would carry on just fine without them. He’s a fictional dragon, yes, but these details make him real.

Other personality tics you could include might be a character who gets frustrated with tedious things very quickly and starts making little inteligible curses under their breath. Or how they giggle when they’re excited and start bouncing on their toes. Maybe they have a tic where they snap their fingers when they’re concentrating, trying to will an idea into existence. Or they stick their tongue out while they work and get embarrassed when another character calls them on it. They roll around in their sleep, steal blankets, drool, leave dishes in the sink or are neurotic with how things must be organized. They have one CD in their car, and actually use that CD player instead of the phone jack or Bluetooth. They sing in the shower, while they cook, or while they do homework, no matter how grating their voice.

They like the smell of new shoes or Sharpies. They hate the texture of suede or velvet or sticky residues. They never pick their socks up. They hate the overhead light in their room and use 50 lamps instead. They hate turning into oncoming traffic or don’t trust their backup camera. They collect Funko Pops and insist there’s always room for more.

And about a million others.

Beliefs, Behaviors, and Superstitions

*If you happen to be writing a story where superstitions have merit, maybe skip this one.* Usually, inevitably, these evolve into character centerpieces and I can’t actually think of one off the top of my head that doesn’t become this beyond the ones we all know. A few comedic examples do come to mind:

The Magic Conch in “Club Spongebob” and the sea-bear-proof dirt circle in “The Camping Episode”

Dean Winchester’s fear and panic-driven actions in “Yellow Fever” and “Sam, Interrupted”

The references to the trolls that steal left-foot socks in How to Train Your Dragon

I’m not a fan of wasting time writing a religious character doing their religious thing when Plot Is Happening, but smaller things are what I’m talking about. Like them wearing a cross/rosary and touching it when they’re nervous. Having a specific off-beat prayer, saying, or expression because they don’t believe in cursing.

The classic ones like black cats, ladders, broken mirrors, salt, sidewalk cracks can all be funny. Athletes have plenty, too, and some of them, particularly in baseball culture, are a bit ridiculous. Not washing socks or uniforms, having a team idol they donate Double Bubble to and also rub their toes. A specific workout routine, diet, team morale dance.

Other things, too. A character who’s afraid to go back downstairs once the lights are off, or fear the basement or the backyard shed. Or they’re really put-off by this old family photo for no reason other than how glassy their eyes look and it’s creepy. They like crystals, dreamcatchers, star signs, tarot, or they absolutely do not under any circumstances.

They believe in all the tried and true ways of predicting the weather like a grizzled old sailor. They believe in ghosts, vampires, werewolves, witches, skinwalkers, doppelgangers, fairies. They talk to the cat statue in their kitchen and named it Fudge Pop. They whisper to the spirit that possessed the fridge so it stops making all that racket, and half the time, it works every time. They wear yellow for good luck or carry a rabbit’s foot. They’re not religious at all but still throw prayers out to whoever’s listening because, you know, just in case. They sit by their window sill and talk to the moon and the stars and pretend like they’re in a music video when they’re driving through the city in the rain.

Haptics, Proxemics, and Kinesics

These are, for all you non-communication and psych majors out there, touch and physical contact, how they move, and how they move around other people.

Behold, your shipping fodder.

Two shining examples of proxemics in action are the famous “close talker” episode of Seinfeld (of which every communication major has been subjected to) and Castiel’s not understanding of personal space (and human chronemic habits) in Supernatural.

These are how a character walks, if they’re flat-footed, clumsy, or tip-toers. If they make a racket or constantly spook the other characters. If they fidget or can’t sit still in a seat for five seconds, if they like to sit backwards or upside down. How they touch themselves, if they do a lot of self-soothing maneuvers (hugging themselves, rubbing their arms, touching their face, drawing their knees up, holding their neck, etc) or if they don’t do any self-soothing at all.

This is how they shake hands, if they dance while they cook or work. It’s how much space they let themselves take up, if they man-spread or keep their limbs in closer. How close they stand to others or how far. If they let themselves be touched at all, or if they always have their skin covered. If they always have their back to a wall, or are always making sure they know where the nearest exit is. If they make grand gestures when they talk and give directions. If they flinch from pats on the back or raised hands. If they lean away from loud voices or project their own. If they use their height to their advantage when arguing, puff their chest, square their shoulders, put their hands on their hips, or point fingers in accusation.

If they touch other characters as they pass by. If they’re huggers or victims of falling asleep on or near their comrades. If they must sleep facing the door, or with something solid behind them. If they can sleep in the middle of a party wholly uncaring. If they sleepwalk, sleeptalk, migrate across the bed to cuddle whoever’s nearest with no idea they’re doing it.

If they like to be held or like to hold others. If they hate being picked up and slung around or are touch-starved for it. If they like their space and stick to it or are more than happy to share.

Do they walk with grace, head held high and back straight? Or are they hunched over, head hung, watching their feet? Are they meanderers or speed-walkers? Do they cross their arms in front or lace their hands behind them? Do they bow to authority or meet that gaze head on?

I have heard that Prince Zuko, in Last Airbender, is usually drawn sleeping with his bad ear down when he doesn’t feel safe, like on his warship or anywhere in the Fire Nation, or on the road. He’s drawn on his other side once he joins the Gaang. In Dead Man’s Chest, just before Davy Jones drives the Flying Dutchman under the waves, two tentacles curl up and around the brim of his hat to keep it from blowing off in the water.

When they fight, do they attack first, or defend first? Do they touch other characters’ hair? Share makeup, share clothes? Touch their faces with boops or bonks or nuzzles and eskimo kisses? Do they crack their knuckles and necks and knees?

Do they stare in baffled curiosity at all the other characters wholly comfortable in each other's spaces because they can’t, won’t, or don’t see the point in all this nonsense? Do they say they’re happy on the outside, but are betrayed by their body language?

Voice

Whether or not to write an accent is entirely up to you. Books like Their Eyes Were Watching God writes dialogue in a vernacular specific to its characters. Westerners and southerners tend to be written with the southern drawl or dialect, ripe with stereotypical contractions. Be advised, however, that in attempt to write an accent to give your character depth, you could be instead turning off your audience who doesn’t have energy to decipher what they’re saying, or you went and wrote a racist stereotype.

Voice isn’t just accent and dialect, nor is it how it sounds, which falls more solidly under useful character descriptions. Voice for the sake of humanizing your characters concerns how they talk, how they convey their thoughts, and how they become distinct from other characters in dialogue and narration.

If you’re writing a narrative that hops heads and don’t want to include a big banner to indicate who’s talking at any given time, this is where voice matters. It is, I think, the least appreciated of all the possible traits to pay attention to.

First person narrators have the most flexibility here because the audience is zero degrees removed from their first-hand experiences. Their personality comes through sharply in how they describe things and what they pay attention to.

But it’s also in what similes and metaphors they use. I read a book that had an average (allegedly straight) male narrator going off and describing colors with types of flowers, some I had to look up because I just don’t know those off the top of my head. My immediate thought was either this character is a poorly written gay, or he’s a florist. Neither (allegedly), the writer was just being too specific.

Do they have crutch words they use? like, um, actually, so…, uh

Or repeat exclamations specific to them? yikes, yowzers, jeepers, jinkies, zoinks, balls, beans, d’oh!

Or idioms they’re fond of? Like a bat out of hell. Snowball’s chance.

Do they stutter when they’re nervous? Do they lose their train of thought and bounce around, losing other characters in the process? Do they have a non-Christian god they pray to and say something other than “thank God”? Are they from another country, culture, time period, realm, or planet with their own gods, beliefs, and idioms?

When they describe settings, how flowery is the language? Would this grizzled war hero use flowery language? How would he or she describe the color pink, versus a PTA mom? Do they use only a generic “blue, green, red” or do they really pay attention with “aquamarine, teal, emerald, viridian, vermillion, rose, ruby”?

How do this character’s hobbies affect how well they can describe dance moves, painting styles, car models, music genres?

This mostly matters when you’re head-hopping and the voice of the narrator serves to be more distinct, otherwise, what’s the point of head-hopping? Just use third-person omniscient.

If you really want to go wild, give a specific narrator unique syntax. Maybe one character is the ghost of Oscar Wild with never-ending run-on sentences. Just be sure to not go too overboard and compromise the integrity of your story.

In the book A Lesson Before Dying, a somewhat illiterate, underprivileged and undereducated minor has been given a mentor, a teacher, before they face the death penalty. At the end of the book, you read all of the letters they wrote to their teacher. There’s misspellings everywhere, almost no punctuation, and long, rambling sentences.

It’s heartbreaking. The subject matter is heavy and horrible, yes, but it’s the choice to write with such poor English that has a much bigger impact than perfect MLA format.

How to implement these details

Most of these, in the written medium, need only show up once or twice before your audience notices and wonders why they’re there. Most fall squarely under character design, which falls under exposition, and should follow all the exposition guidelines.

These details exist to be random and fluffy, but they can’t exist randomly within the narrative. If you want to have your character be superstitious, pick a relevant time to include that superstition.

Others, like ongoing speech habits or movements, still don’t overuse, especially if they’re unique. A character might like to sit backwards in a chair, but if you mention that they’re doing it every single time they sit down, your audience will wonder what’s so important and if the character is unwell.

And, of course, you can let these traits become thematically important, like a superstition being central to their personality or backstory or motivation. These all serve the same purpose of making your character feel like a real person instead of just a “character”.

Just think about tossing in a few random details every now and then and see what happens. One tiny sentence can take a background character and make them candidates for the eventual fandom’s fan favorite. Details like these turn your work from “This a story, and these are the characters who tell it” into “these are my characters, and this is their story.”

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“ AUGUST , matt sturniolo ( 1 ) ★ “

★ ) 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ; y/n tries to put an end to the summer love she shared with matt, only to feel the regret and guilt burn into her skin later on.

★ ) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; smut for the first couple of paragraphs but it’s not that important so you can skip, arguing (verbal) — major back and forth, mentions of alcohol, angst tbh, use of y/n, talking to an ex, kinda boring igg but will get better, explicit language, msg me if i missed something!

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home wreckage. castles crumbing. gods giving up their power. when all falls apart on itself bystanders like to stare whilst the whole time you’re just laying there mentally begging to open your mouth and scream for them to help, to call someone, to do something. anything, other than stare.

but how could they? why would anyone want to help when they get a free show?

y/n didn’t mean for it to happen, or for it to last this long.

matt was strictly only to be her tutor, helping her better the D she had in math. but soon the hour long sessions with him that were spent mindlessly dodging her sarcastic comments shifted to him under her, begging for a sweet release.

.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒.

matts rapid thrusts quickly turned sloppy as he chased the high of his third orgasm. y/n let out moan after moan from under him, thighs shaking from her own overstimulation.

“m–matt no marks, ‘member?” she gave his rather fluffy brunette hair a warning tug. he whined against her neck, lips still in contact with her skin.

“please,” he pleaded, but he knew better than to do anything without permission. “a- at least let me–“ he couldn’t finish, too embarrassed to say it.

y/n’s hands trailed all over matt’s body, gently pulling at the porcelain with a desire for him to be closer than he was.

within the few months she’s seen him undressed, she was still as surprised as the first time he took off his clothes. who could’ve guessed someone as innocent looking as him had pure muscles, a toned stomach and a rather long cock.

she used to be part of those that didn’t.

y/n cupped the side of his face, landing a soft smack against his cheek, urging him to spit the words out. “let- hmph- me cum inside m-mommy”

another thing people wouldn’t have assumed about him would probably be his raging mommy kink.

y/n wasn’t used to being the dominant one in bed, usually all her exes and old flings preferred to be on top, but with matt it was different.

she was new to all of it, but she liked the control and trust she had over him. he gave her the will to do anything her wanted on top or on bottom. he was good and easy– something she’s never experienced until the fateful night in november when they first met.

once receiving her approval, matts fast pace managed to quicken. she cradled his head in towards her neck, whispering sweet nothings about how good he was in his ear as he came undone.

matt still put out slow and sensual thrusts, making sure his girl came too. though y/n taught him almost everything he knew, it didn’t take a genius or someone that got a lousy A+ on a test to know to never leave a girl unsatisfied.

“fuck—“ y/n’s arms wrapped around his neck, holding him as her orgasm was coming by quicker and quicker, “i think im falling in love with you” y/n whispered, like it was the most casual thing to say. matt raised his head from her at the confession.

her eyes remained shut tight as his own pair studied her face.

he didn’t know if she could sense how tense he got from her words. maybe she didn’t mean it. she couldn’t. but maybe she did.

“w-what?” y/n remained silent, only let out gasps of air as he hit past her cervix and bursting the knot in her stomach.

she slowly opened her eyes, immediately greeted with the confused stare coming from the boy on top of her. “i said i think i lo—“

.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒. ‎

matt watched with dilated pupils as y/n rolled around in the grass field. her now stained summer dress shifted under the rapid movement, lifting to show off her cushiony thighs.

the same thighs that were wrapped around his head two weeks ago when he learned how to please a woman using only his tongue.

the same thighs that were still wrapped around his head last night as he pushed her limits into orgasm after orgasm.

“whatcha thinking ‘bout, pretty boy?” she stopped her kid-like behavior to focus only on him. matt leaned his head into the hand that delicately caressed his cheek.

he wasn’t used to the romantic side of psychical touch, but with y/n it’s all they ever did.

she slowly pulled off his glasses and slipped them onto her face, unknowing of how much matt loved seeing her with them.

it was a mutual feeling for the opposite thing. she loved how he looked without them. he still looked good with them on but without? he’d have girls swooning over him all the time.

y/n laid back on the grass and propped herself up on her elbows so she could still see matt.

the light from the 6:00 pm sun hit the glass frames perfectly to make it seem like her eyes were sparkling. though maybe they actually were, they always seem to whenever she’s at peace.

“you gonna answer me or just stare like a middle schooler watching his first porno?” she joked. matt smiled at her, “thinking of you, what else?” he joked back.

y/n cocked her head up as a replacement for a shrug, “i don’t know, maybe you have other girls on the side”

matt stifled a laugh, “you’re the only girl– honestly like ever.. thought you knew that?” he didn’t get that she was joking, now it had to be serious.

“well i knew i was the first but.. i don’t know, it’s a dumb thought, i just assumed you’d see other girls..” y/n trailed off. she didn’t know how to finish the sentence, not wanting to come off as insecure.

“is it ‘cause thats what cameron used to do?” matt felt instant regret from his words as he watched y/ns face retort to an unfamiliar expression.

for a sentence rolling as smooth as butter, it sure did hit like a knife in y/n’s chest.

cameron rodriguez, y/ns “ex” boyfriend and probably the most shallow guy in boston. he stood 5’9 with shaggy blonde hair and piercing green eyes, practically the opposite of all that matt is.

don’t let his good looks fool you, y/n could fill up a truck with pennies counting everytime he did something to her.

but no matter how many times he cheated, argued, degraded or made her cry herself to sleep, she still kept coming back. creature of habit, why let go of something you’re used to? y/n never thought better would find her, but then matt was introduced to her.

“i-im sorry. i don’t know why i said that—“

“no, no. it’s okay, matt. you weren’t thinking.” she gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“are you sure?” she ignored him and took off his glasses, placing them next to her tote bag. matt didn’t push, he knew her boundaries and spent the whole time beating himself up for mentioning cameron.

the conversation died down with the sun, the orange glow fading every second as the moons white glazed the sky.

“this is nice.” y/n was laying against matt’s flannel-covered chest, her left arm loosely hugged his waist. “i like spending time with you, ya know?”

he hummed softly to her words, not sure what to say. she continued talking, “i just wanted to let you know–“ y/n shuffled out of his grasp and sat up, “even when this comes to an end.. this truly was the best thing i ever had.”

matt’s face dropped. he knew it was bound to end at some point, their moments of heaven were only begged and borrowed time, but he wasn’t expecting for it to end so suddenly.

it felt like the world was crumbling as he tried to process everything. he let out a small ‘oh’, what was he supposed to say?

his eyes finally met with hers once he was able to form sentences. “we’re coming to an end?” he could see the pity form on y/ns face as she tried to think of something to say as an excuse.

“i- i mean obviously we’re coming to an end, but.. we’re coming to an end?” matt so badly wanted it to be some sick twisted joke, for y/n to double back in laughter and say she was kidding, that she wanted him.

he spent months infatuated with the thought of actually being with the girl of his dream, and now he finally has her but she was never actually his.

"matt.." y/n reached over trying to cup his face, but he pulled away. "this is for the best. i'm not good for you and it'll only get wor-.

"bullshit!" matt cried out, cutting off her sentence, "we've spent all summer together and you're now telling me you're not good for me? y/n you're perfect–“

"but you can do better!" she began to raise her voice, letting the tree critters and whoever might be near hear her counter argument, “it's just- with school an-and the stress.. matt you have so much potential! i'd only be a distraction"

"you wouldn't distract me"

"i already do"

"my academics are already good, i'd graduate either way"

"it's not just the academics part." y/n looked down at her lap. matt's hard face softened, not sure on what expression to settle on.

he looked away, staring at the crescent moon and taking note of how it looked hooked against the far mountains.

the rock glowed, but barely casted enough light for people to make their way through town without help.

"then what's it about." he still remained eye contact with the white in the sky. y/ns hand crept onto his to try and comfort him, she held a small smile when he didn't attempt to pull away.

"look.. i have a reputation to uphold, and with you it'd— it'd just get confusing so fast and would ruin every-“

matt stood abruptly, not before grabbing his glasses to put back on. "so it's 'cause we both have a different popularity status?"

y/n stood so she was still at eye level with him, "no! that's not what i'm tryna say, it's just with who i am and.. you know?" she couldn't even think of a clever defense.

"no, y/n, i don't know and id love for you to tell me what” he crossed his arms.

“matt..” tears filled the brim of her eyes as they held contact. she couldn’t look away, if she was gonna end it the least he deserved was for it to be eye to eye.

“you can do better” she repeated herself, “and it’s was only a matter of time before you realize it. you dont want what i all the baggage i have, believe me matt.” she once again reached out for his hand, butt matt took a step back.

“i’m just keeping you safe from all of it”

he shook his head, not believing her not one bit. it was more than obvious y/n was hiding something. did she just not want to be seen with him? did some stupid high school status really effect her ego that much? yes.

matt began walking away, leaving y/n standing at where they once laid.

“i’ll call you later?” she called out, unsure if matt even wanted to her from her. he didn’t even bother looking over to spit out the venom filled sentence, “no point, we weren’t real anyway.”

.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒.

y/n was spread on her bed listening as the phone rang a million times. y/n, on holding hers up to her ear in hopes she'll hear her summer loves sweet voice.

"this is matt. sorry i couldn't get to you but i will as soon as i can."

his voicemail was left on repeat for what seemed like hours as she sulked at the sound.

it was her fault, she knew that. she didn't have to end it, but she panicked and did anyway, but for what? there was nothing stopping her from pursuing him. he was perfect. good grades, a good life, good humor, good friends, everything about him was a green flag.

maybe that was the problem though. she was so used to horrible treatment coming from horrible guys that the second she found someone good, she gave them up.

“this is matt. sorry i couldn't get—“

y/n’s phone began to ring, ending the torture she was putting herself through. she did even bother to check, her thumb loosely hit the accept button.

“hello” she croaked out. “first time you’ve responded to since what? may? and all i get is a sleepy hello” the voice of the last person she wanted to hear from filled her ears.

“what do you want, cam?”

“for you to come out of your house for once,” she could hear the background noise, it sounded like a party with the distant music and the chatter. “i’m not going.” she decided.

“cmon y/n, it’d be more fun than whatever you were doing all summer.” cameron tried to convince her. y/n sat up, looking towards her closet and then at her mirror.

for the first time in forever, she truly looked like a wreck. tangled hair, makeup running, and droopiness was all she saw.

she wasn’t listening to him, she remained the eye contact with herself before cutting him off again.

“give me thirty minutes, send me the details.” cameron let out a cheer, agreeing to comply. y/n hung up and walked to the closet to pick out an outfit.

she was already hesitant coming out of the shower. maybe she should cancel last minute, wouldn’t be the first time.

what if matt called her back while she was busy taking shot after shot with “friends”? what if she didn’t answer and he took it as the end of them forever?

what if school begins again and she’s back with cameron, back to being the ‘it’s girl, back to making people like him feel lesser?

y/n looked at her phone again. her contacts were open, cameron’s sitting on top of matt’s. whose does she click on? this one small task might decide the fate of everything from here on out.

she sighed, not wanting to give it another thought.

y/n

almost done, wearing heels tho so pick me up?

…

cam

already on the way babe ❤️

kinda short but i truly gave this my all- was literally writing it in my sleep acc 😭

if this flops i’ll cry LMFAO 💀 no but … the first couple paragraphs were acc weird to read and write bc i hate writing smut .. hope you enjoyed tho (if u do literally go be added to the taglist😛) already planning out chapter two- stream folklore bc this is heavily based around that (AND ETERNAL SUNSHINE OML) : ))

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 10 months

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hiya, can you write something fluffy with Roy Kent where he’s dating an author and he wakes up to her not being in bed beside him, he gets up and sees her still working at her desk in her office, so he does something like hugs her from behind but he gets a glimpse of the book she working on and it’s based of there love story (someone falling in love with a grumpy but secretly loveable footballer) ❤️❤️

Happily Ever After

Roy Kent x Reader

0.7k words

Warnings: Language

Ahh I loved this!!! Bonus points if anyone can peep the Taylor Swift reference I threw in there!

Roy turned over and stretched out his arm. Eyes still closed, he frowned when he grabbed a handful of sheets. He took a peek at the clock on his nightstand; it was one in the morning. You should be in bed; you’d said you’d be finished after one more paragraph.

With a hmmph, Roy hauled himself out of bed and shuffled down the hallway. Sure enough, he saw the light on in your office and heard the clickclickclick of your keyboard. Stifling a yawn, he leaned in the doorway and watched you.

There you were, wearing shorts and one of his old Chelsea jerseys, your hair tied up sloppily. He loved it when you got like this, all focused and typing away. Even with your back to him, he knew your nose was scrunched in concentration and you were chewing on your bottom lip. He stifled a chuckle when you tilted your head to the side- an adorable habit you vehemently denied doing every time he pointed it out.

Doing his best to keep quiet, Roy strolled across the room, relishing the small squeak that came out of your mouth when he wrapped his arms around you.

“How’s it going, Shakespeare?” he hummed, planting a kiss on your cheek.

You laughed and leaned your head against his. “Good. I’m on a roll, actually.”

Roy smiled. “I noticed. It’s past one.”

“No way.” Your eyes widened as you looked at the clock on your computer. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

He quickly shook his head. “Not at all. Just, I don’t fucking know, missed you.” He glanced at the computer screen. “What’re you working on anyway?”

Your hands covered his eyes as you laughed. “Oh no! You can’t see!”

With a growl, Roy pulled your hands down. “Come on. Let’s have a look.”

Face burning, you knew there was no point in arguing. It wasn’t like you could ever say no to Roy when he looked at you with those sleepy eyes. He’d given you those same eyes the night he rolled over in bed and asked you to move in with him. Or when you woke up to him gazing at you, just before he told you he loved you for the first time.

Now those sleepy eyes trailed down the computer screen, taking in the words you’d been working on all night. You chewed your lower lip, a bad habit that had you buying ChapStick far too often, as you watched for his reaction. The reason you’d been up so late was because you had finally gotten to your favorite part of any story: boy gets girl back. You were a sucker for declarations of love, runs through the airport, kisses in the rain, all that cheesy stuff that made Roy roll his eyes playfully.

But he didn’t roll his eyes this time. Instead, he smiled as his cheeks reddened. His breathing slowed and he let out a little hum as he read before finally turning back to you.

“Is this about us?”

His face shone with amusement as he waited for the answer. As if he needed you to confirm it. Your book, which you’d avoided talking too much about, even with Roy, was about a writer and a grumpy footballer. The scene he’d just read concluded in a heated kiss on a football pitch.

“Yeah,” you murmured, ducking your head. “I mean, it’s inspired by you, I guess.”

A breathy chuckle escaped Roy’s lips as he squeezed you tight. “Fuck. I love it.” He kissed your temple. “You’re so fucking talented. What a mind.”

You shook your head, embarrassed by the praise. “Roy-”

“No,” he insisted, tilted your face towards his. “You are fucking amazing. You see a blank page on your computer, and you create an entire world. You make people feel things with your words. Fuck, no wonder your publisher’s been hounding you for this thing. It’s going to sell even more than your last one.”

The sincerity in Roy’s face eased the tension in your shoulders. Sometimes, you felt silly with the things you wrote, all romance novels and fluff. You wondered if Roy actually liked reading it, or if he just did it because he was your boyfriend and it was his job to be supportive. But seeing the pride on his face as he spoke, you knew. This wasn’t boyfriend duty. He really meant it.

He picked up the laptop and shrugged towards the door. “Come on. You can read me some more of this in bed. I want to know what happens after the happily ever after.”

You smiled as he led you down the hall, back to your room. What happens after happily ever after? You were living it.

#request ❤️#he's here he's there he's every fucking where #roy kent #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fic #roy kent fluff #roy kent fanfic #roy kent x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso imagine #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fluff

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angel-wings-and-tattoos · 8 days

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as someone who has an unhealthy obsession with both taylor swift and dean winchester I could write a 10 paragraph essay for each TTPD song about how exactly it corresponds with any given relationship dean has ever had. but most importantly castiel.

#taylor swift #taylor swift ttpd #the tortured poets department #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #supernatural #spn #I will never be convinced Taylor hasn’t seen spn

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1025flora · 5 months

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skz as your best friend who is (not so) secretly in love with you

genre fluff , humor pairing ot8 skz x !femreader warnings not proofread

chan

"oh yeah yn is my best friend actually"

literally obsessed.

tries to hide the delulu (not good at it)

tells you about every single project he's working on

honestly just get married already???

most people think you're actually dating...

became your friend because he thought you were pretty, but stayed your friend because of a thousand other reasons

definitely takes notes for you when you're out

lots of dimple smiles when you do literally anything???

minho

quiet in public, but the world time yapping champion when its just you two

will say the most cruel and slanderous thing while looking at you with the most loving eyes

texts random bad selfies with no context

gags and scoffs when people suggest you two as an item, but on the inside he's eeking

"send me that pic of you from earlier"

you may or may not be the only person on his private story

attends every single event you're involved in, no matter how inconvenient it would be for him

soonie, doongie, and dori adore you

changbin

buddy (romantic)

thinks about you every second of his day

"hey look what i made!!"

needs everybody to know that you are his best friend

"she even asked me for the time..." *fist pump*

doesn't pressure you to go to the gym with him but he reeeaaaallyyyyyy wants you to

"do u hate me" texts in the middle of the night

swings his legs when you guys call

waits for you outside your classes so you can walk in between periods together

wants to be nonchalant and cool and mysterious about you SO BAD but he fails

hyunjin

ouh this man is delulu!!!

has your future lives planned out in a pinterest board

sketches you in class

"hey babe" when you are BOTH single

late night grocery store runs for no reason... he just likes how you look at night

"i forgot my wallet🥺" typa man

fully convinced you do not and will not love him romantically

a textbook hopeless romantic

will wait for you outside in any weather. coldfront, heatwave, rain, shine, that man is THERE

all the nicknames... like definitely calls you "blondie" if you're blonde

jisung

so nervous around you even though you two are best friends???

writes songs for you all the time, terrified to show you

one day wishes to sing every single one to you

"good morning!" "how was your day pook?!" "good night <3" every. single. day. never misses

prefers to just stay in and talk with you, about anything

"bbama misses youuuu" whenever you aren't at his house

you do make him flustered most of the time

a couple playlists made just for you tucked in his spotify library

wants to call you all the couple names but afraid you'll hate it

talks about you with the guys (they are SICK of it)

his thoughts towards you are just the lyrics of gorgeous by taylor swift

felix

tells you absolutely EVERYTHING

5 paragraph essay about his day every night

and yes expects the exact same from you...

you text on discord (sorry)

makes treats just for you in secret

in any setting that you aren't in, he calls you his

makes video memos for you when you're gone and secretly hopes you'll do the same

his sisters tease him daily about how he talks about you, but he doesn't care

wants everybody but you to know he loves you

his second favorite color is your favorite color

seungmin

all of the confidence and sly in his attitude vanishes as soon as you walk into the room

your personal butler

holds your hand just 'cause

"this would look so good on you"

you two share headphones everywhere

head on your shoulder, chin on your shoulder, oh and definitely elbow on your shoulder

matches his jewelry to yours

at karaoke, he points and sings at you for the love songs, but you usually think he's joking

will love you unconditionally forever, even if you never feel the same

jeongin

"but you looked hot...? why are you changing"

weirdly confident around you, like his attitude changes when you walk into the room

loves to do your makeup, and vice versa

he jokes so much that you think he's sarcastically in love, little do you know it's all from the heart

brings you coffee every morning at school/work

"this song reminded me of you"

makes sure your outfits coordinate

pays for EVERYTHING

you are his princess!!!!! in every sense of the word!!!

a/n omg first post here..... hope u guys like it 🙏 reblog or like if you read puhlease

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likeadevils · 6 days

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Why isn't TTPD (based on Metacritic score) as critically acclaimed as Taylor's recent past albums, specifically Folklore, Evermore, and Midnights?

after reading the negative interviews here’s some common threads (i’m saying these as charitably as possible but like don’t get me wrong i disagree with some of these)

it’s long, and there’s definitely some tracks that could be cut (there is no common consensus on which tracks exactly, largely because they don’t actually say which ones)

the album isn’t playing in new sonic territory as much as folkmore, and to a lesser degree, midnights, especially the jack antonoff tracks

a combination of the more laid back sound, mixed metaphors, and flowery language make it hard to feel like the songs are building to something. instead it just ends up putting equal emphasis on the whole thing and thus making it all fade into the background

she’s saying she’s struggling in her lyrics but it doesn’t come through in her delivery or instrumentation

it’s still the same types of things she’s been singing about since she was a teenager, making the album seem even more muted

her songs swing from super flowery language to super conversational language and it makes the flowery language seem overwrought and the conversational language seem cringey (can not stress how charitable i am being with this. the amount of reviews that will just take a lyric out of context and be like, isn’t this bad? moving on!)

funny things i noticed

people still don’t like taylor swift writing songs about things that happened to taylor swift and at this point i just don’t know what to tell them

there’s a lot of thinly veiled, or just outright said, “young fanbase means bad art” going on

the paste’s review is ridiculous. in one paragraph she’s like “she’s too relatable!” and in another she’s like “she’s too unrelatable!”. i’m pretty sure it implies taylor wrote my boy only breaks his favorite toys to capitalize on barbenheimer. like. i get having someone who isn’t a fan of taylor review her album but at a certain point it’s like, well yeah if you’re looking for reasons to not like taylor swift then you’ll obviously find them. and like, for a random hate listen, fun whatever, but if you’re going to be professionally reviewing her album at least be consistent about why you hate it (also. side salad. whenever people hate taylor but love cjr i’m like. right cool uhuh you sure are invested in not liking taylor as a personality trait rather than a matter of taste)

everybody likes but daddy i love him. even the most negative reviews were like, to be fair, but daddy i love him slaps and the line “i’m having his baby! no im not but you should see your faces” is funny (which feels a bit hypocritical in all the reviews that are like ‘she keeps writing the about same stuff that she did as a teenager!’ but like. bdilh is just that good so i understand)

#asks*

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taylortruther · 4 months

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idk how to articulate this, but i'm thinking about how some fans think taylor creates numerous sophisticated, subtle easter eggs/hints about her life - to the point where, if this was true, she would be going to an extraordinary amount of effort to be even more self-referential than she already is. planning every move, every outfit, every letter in every tweet, every tiktok like, every interview answer, every photoshoot, every jewelry name, every pap shot, every friend, every meal to mean something. and if that was in any way realistic (it is not), at what point would the taylor in their minds cease being a person and simply become a collection of easter eggs?

#writing paragraphs about taylor swift #hot taykes #mine

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wonryllis · 2 months

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please give writing tips too

sure love! everyone’s different so in no way would the same things work for all but these are some tips that have helped me improve and just you know expand my horizons.

feel free to add your own points to this to help people more!!

001. READ READ AND READ (I CAN’T STRESS ENOUGH ON THIS BUT THIS IS THE MAIN KEY). be it fics, or novels or normal story books even non-fiction. reading will help in expanding your vocabulary and grammar, and give you an idea on how to build words in different kinds of scenarios. how to set the mood and what kind of details will have the most impact.

002. for expanding your vocabulary i would suggest searching up words you come across and don’t know the meaning of. don’t skip them, search them up and try understanding what they mean and look through what other words have similar meanings(synonyms)

003. CONSTANTLY PRACTICE WRITING. even if you’re not going to post it anywhere, just try writing a little bit on different themes. in that way you will be able to find out more about your writing style and flair as well as what points you need to work on.

004. STOP HESITATING TO REWRITE. there’s hardly anything one gets right at the first shot. and the same goes for writing. rewriting pieces will help you figure out what you should’ve added that you didn’t the first time and how changing the order of words or adding new literary devices(metaphors, similes, anecdotes etc) can make more of an impact.

005. DON’T BE AFRAID TO EXPLORE DIFFERENT GENRES. just 100 words can also help with experience. search up different genres that interest you and try coming up with a short scenario if you can.

13 points more under the cut!

006. TRIAL AND ERROR. don’t be let down if you fail to write a specific type of au, theme or trope. it takes certain amount of time and experience to be able to write different genres or anything as such. you need to have exposure to that topic to be able to create imagination on it.

007. with that being said, when you pick up a certain trope, au, theme or any topic you want/plan to write on: DO PROPER AND A LOT OF RESEARCH. trust me, it helps a lot.

008. as well in relation to the point above when writing a story, make sure to plan a rough outline. what kind of characters you’re going for, what events are going to define your story, how do you want the ending and the beginning to be. what your protagonist(s) is going for, what all they would be facing throughout and such.

009. SET A MORAL/POINT OF VIEW YOU WANT TO CONVEY through your writing. it helps you have a basis, a particular aim and drive behind what you wish to leave an impression through. it could be anything complex like dark themes of toxicity or even anything as simple as comfort. you just need to know what you’re writing for.

010. for inspiration i would suggest, LISTENING TO SONGS. any song you’re listening to, try thinking of a story behind it. for example let’s take taylor swift’s “no body no crime” go through the lyrics, the vibe and think what type of story could have this as background music. or what kind of a story could have that type of no body no crime summary?

011. KNOW WHEN TO SHOW THINGS RATHER THAT TELLING THEM. too much of anything is never good. when writing, it’s important to keep the balance between descriptions, narratives and dialogues. try thinking what are the things that would be better when described, for example the relationship between your characters: it’s something which is better shown than told. like how they treat each other, how they see each other, their dynamics in general is not something that can be told through a big lengthy dialogue or JUST one paragraph(short drabbles being an exception)

012. an additional point to the one above would be, try keeping yourself in the reader’s position and see what pulls you in more. what makes you feel the emotions better.

013. PICTURE THE SETTING YOU WANT TO WRITE ON. close your eyes and think of any type of place that you would like to write the story in. a suburb? or an abandoned city for an apocalypse? this will help in brainstorming for ideas.

014. INTO THE CHARACTER’S MIND. this is a very important point. explore the world within the mind of the character, something that defines them. THIS IS ANOTHER BIG KEY TO IMPROVE, pull your readers into the character(s)’ mind, show them the fears, the memories, the feelings, the thoughts, the hopes and dreams. it helps them understand the character and get into the story.

015. when using dialogues keep in mind that the DIALOGUES SHOULD ALWAYS BE MEANINGFUL AND REALISTIC. unnecessary talks aren’t often attractive so write what is necessary, needed. even with humor, excessive fun is not always impressive. and short but impactful dialogues always literally always leave the best impression.

016. CHALLENGE YOURSELF. try starting off strong since the very beginning. strong meaning starting off with words that leave a lasting impression. or words that pull you in with intrigue.

017. LEARN TO PACE YOURSELF. first of all it’s okay to take a break. actually its very important. pushing yourself beyond limits would never give positive results. know when you need to stop, cause being tired is not going to give better ideas or better word building. let yourself go into writer’s block, don’t fight it. you’ll come back better than when you’re forcing yourself to stay put and continue.

018. and last but not least. KNOW THAT IMPROVEMENT TAKES TIME. don’t be disappointed or discouraged if you are not good today. not being good today doesn’t mean you won’t ever be good. keep trying and with little to little progress over time, you will see yourself getting there. don’t lose hope🤗! YOU CAN DO IT!!!

#﹙あり.﹚ 𝓯𝐚𝐞𝐫𝒾𝐞 𝓰𝐨𝐬𝐬𝒊𝐩 !#﹙⪩⪨.﹚ 𝒎𝒚 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 ˃̵ᴗ˂̵#🦢̼ࣳ ⋆ ٫٫ ⁽ anon ₎#WRITINGtips #enhypen imagines #txt imagines

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imawkwardlysoc · 1 year

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meet me in the pouring rain

Song- Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

Paring- bob floyd x bradshaw! gn! reader

Warning(s)- Just pure fluff! Also Nick and Carole are alive in this because I said so.

Wordcount- 1,039

Summary- Reader has always been a hopeless romantic and has always wanted to share a kiss in the rain.

“I’m so tired of dating!” I announced myself as I walked into my childhood home to see some of the Dagger Squad there.

“What happened?” Bradley handed me a bottle of beer.

“How come when I set the bar so low for these guys,” I sat down in the open spot on the couch next to Bob, who I greeted with a smile. “Like the bar is six feet under the ground, but they somehow manage to go under it. Like how? I literally lowered my standards for these dates.”

“How do you even find these guys?” Phoenix asked.

“Tinder,” I saw everyone wince as my answer. “I know. I know. A twenty eight year old still using Tinder.”

“Come on Chickadee, you’ll find your prince or princess charming one day,” Coyote gave me a smile.

“Hopefully,” I sighed and sipped on my beer. “I just want the same love that Mom and Dad have. It also doesn’t help that I’m a hopeless romantic with high standards. Just dropping everything you’re doing just to dance in the rain like Mom and Dad did. Where are they anyways?”

“Went on a triple date with Mav, Penny, Ice, and Sarah,” my brother replied.

“Ah, welp I’m gonna head to bed now,” I placed my empty beer bottle down. “Have a busy day tomorrow writing people’s memoirs.”

“Night, go romanticize those people’s decent lives,” Roo chuckled before giving me a kiss on my forehead.

Saying goodnight to everyone else, I headed upstairs to my room.

_______

“Hey, I’m gonna drop off lunch for your father, brother, and everyone else in the squad,” Mom poked her head in my room. “Wanna come with?”

“Sure,” I nodded my head. “Let me wrap this last paragraph up and change.”

Mom nodded her head and left my room. Wrapping up my last paragraph, I saved and closed my laptop before getting up from my chair. Putting on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a cardigan, I slipped on my glasses after fixing my hair. Grabbing the wrapped book, I slid it in my bag before throwing it over my shoulder. Walking down the stairs, I grabbed one of the trays and carried them to the car. With two trays of pasta, a tray of sweets, and a tray with veggies and fruits, we started to make our way to base.

Showing our IDs, we were let through and parked in one of the parking spots. Carrying the trays of food, we looked up at the sky.

“I have a feeling it’s going to rain,” Mom said.

“More like a sprinkle probably,” I shrugged my shoulders. “But if it does, I’m going to be so happy.”

“What’s with your love for rain? We barely get some down here,” Mom quizzed.

Rain has always felt calming to me. The tiny droplets hitting my window just makes me feel more relaxed. I’m also able to relax more while working on my writing if it rains. If I’m not working, the feeling of being wrapped up in a blanket on the couch while drinking a cup of hot chocolate and watching a movie feels just right. Also the thought of kissing your loved one and dancing with them in the rain is one thing that I want to experience.

“Is Y/N talking about her love for the rain again?” Rooster joked as we placed the trays of food down on one of the desks.

“And you are not getting any food,” I told my brother, jokingly.

“Y/N, Bradley, play nice,” Dad told us.

“Dad,” we wined.

We saw our parents let out a laugh and shook their heads in regret for deciding to have us. Soon all of us filled up our plates and ate.

“Oh, I have something for you,” I told Bob while reaching into my bag. “Here.”

“What is this?” His eyebrows furrowed as I handed him the book.

“Open it,” I answered.

Placing his empty plate down on the floor, he started to unwrap the book I got him. With a smile forming on his face, I looked at his reaction when he saw what I got for him.

“Wait, is this?” He looked at me.

“Yeah, all of the original stories and sonnets of Shakespear in his own words in one book. Also with no translations,” I nodded my head. “I finally got all of my stuff that I bought and shipped from my month-long trip in Europe.”

“Thank you,” Bob hugged me.

“It’s no problem,” I hugged back and smiled.

We talked for a couple of minutes before I heard the sound of raindrops hitting the ground. Getting up from my seat, I threw away my plate and walked out of the hanger into the rain, ignoring the looks everyone was giving me. Looking up at the sky with my arms wide open, I felt the droplets tap my skin in an irregular rapid pattern.

Soon, I felt someone’s arm wrap around me and spun me. Looking away from the sky, I saw Bob in front of me giving me a smile. Letting out a joyful laugh, the both of us danced ignoring the looks we’ve been getting from everyone. We both let out a laugh as it started to pour down on us.

“Hi,” I smiled as he dipped me.

“Hi,” he smiled back.

I gently placed my hand on his cheek and moved my head up to his lips. Bringing me back up from the dip, I wrapped my arms around his neck while his arms were wrapped around my waist. Our lips slowly moved in sync as I felt my stomach flutter. Detaching our lips, I saw the blushing on his face and I could feel mine.

“Wanna go on-?” We asked at the same time.

“Sure,” we answered.

*Meanwhile in the hanger*

Hangman- Did that just?

Coyote- Yeah, it did. All this time Bob had game?

Fanboy- That’s really romantic, I like it.

Goose- Look if he hurts them.

Rooster- Dad, Bob wouldn’t even hurt a fly. They’re in good hands.

Carol- Besides, they look happy with him. Also, doesn’t this look familiar?

*The couple looks at their youngest and the WSO*

Goose- Yeah, yeah it does.

A/N- It is cannon that Bob is a Speak Now and Lover stan and is a hopeless romantic. Change my mind. Also this is gonna be a mini series with two other songs so stay tuned!

#bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #carol bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader #top gun maverick #top gun #Spotify

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