(maybe not great literature but i still think this book is important)

May I just say that I LOVE Rick Riordan? Not for any other reason than the amazing characters he creates:
-Percy Jackson: a boy with ADHD and dyslexia. If you didn’t know, Uncle Rick originally created Percy like this for his son Haley who also has ADHD and dyslexia. But also, Percy comes from an abusive household. Smelly Gabe, even though he, from what I can gather, never hit Percy, nor did he hit Sally while Percy was around, but he was verbally, economically and emotionally abusive toward both Sally and Percy. And Percy overcame that.
-Annabeth Chase: a girl, also with ADHD and dyslexia, who came from a family who she thought hated her. So she ran away. And found a new family. She ended up losing that new family by the time she was twelve. She believes that she can rebuild the world, and make it better. And in a way, she does.
-Grover: a satyr that, when originally introduced to us, is disabled. Even though we find out he’s not, he still has flaws. He has made mistakes, and he feels inadequate. He overcomes this and becomes a member of the Council of Cloven Elders.
-Thalia Grace: a girl who comes from an alcoholic home. She lost her brother, and ran away. She ended up turning into a tree, but came back from that. She became the lieutenant to Artemis.
-Rachel Elizabeth Dare: a girl who comes from a rich home, but just doesn’t like it. She loves the earth despite her father’s company trying to destroy it. She can see through the Mist, and becomes the Oracle of Delphi.
-Jason Grace: a boy forced to grow up too soon. He was two when he was abandoned, then he made his way to being praetor at 15, maybe younger. He never knew his family, and always wanted to bring about change. He was looked on as a hero, but didn’t feel like it inside.
-Piper McLean: a girl raised by a movie star. She disliked being tied to that name, hated the idea of being beautiful. She made herself blend in, except when she stole. Or convinced them to let her have it. She overcomes her insecurities, and becomes beautiful, not through her mother, but through her own power.
-Leo Valdez: a Hispanic boy who grew up with a loving mother, and then accidentally caused her death. He grew up in the foster system, being funny to try and cover up the pain of his loss. He didn’t like looking back, but Camp made him. He grew into his power, and fell in love. Now, he’s mature, and a leader.
-Hazel Levesque: a girl who grew up when it was a sin to be black. New Orleans, in the forties. Her mother seemed to hate her, and she was an outcast. The one boy she loved she never saw. She died, then came back to life. She grew into her powers and made herself new. She started fresh, and now she has found love, and can shape the world however she sees fit.
-Frank Zhang: a Chinese Canadian who lost his mother to a war. He was clumsy, he didn’t fit in. He hated himself. He went to the old country, where he fought and became what he was originally meant to be: A warrior.
Also: The majority of these characters come from single parent homes.
But that’s just PJO, HoO, and ToA. Let’s talk about other series for a second:
Kane Chronicles:
-Carter and Sadie are MIXED RACE. It is canon. Their dad is African American and their mom is British white. Again, that’s not something that really happens a lot in literature, period.
-Carter traveled a lot, he had no permanent home. He was really lonely, and very close to his dad.
-But seriously, even in modern society just imagine how hard it is to be mixed race. You’re not one or the other, you’re both, which also means that you’re neither.
-Sadie grew up with her grandparents, being rebellious and just not wanting to be in England. She wanted to travel with dad, and when he died, it was hard on both of them.
And Magnus Chase:
-Magnus Chase: a boy who loved his mother, and grew up on the streets after she died. He was actually similar to Leo in his back story. He had a rich uncle, but he hated money, hated being confined. Then he died, and now he’s grown to accept himself.
-Samirah al Abbas: a Muslim girl shown in a POSITIVE LIGHT AND DO YOU REALIZE HOW IMPORTANT THAT IS RIGHT NOW WITH ALL THE PEOPLE HATING MUSLIMS???? And in Hammer of Thor, she PRAYS!!!!!! Like do you realize how beautiful this is? She doesn’t believe in the gods as gods, but as creations of Allah. Like, she is one of my favorite characters.
-Blitzen: a guy of unknown sexuality who loves fashion. The best part about this is that Blitz is not openly straight, gay or otherwise. He is just a dwarf who loves fashion, and this proves that you don’t have to be gay to love fashion.
-Hearthstone: HE’S DEAF! Do you realize how many deaf kids will read this and realize how cool it is to be what they are??? A lot, is what I hope. It’s just so refreshing to see a disability like this shown in a positive light. Also, he comes from a home where he is made fun of for his disability. It is shown that he has it hard for being the way he is, which I also think is important. It is important to show that people can overcome people who think they’re stupid for not being like everyone else.
In conclusion, Uncle Rick has taken the time to write amazing, beautiful, powerful, unconventional characters that we love. And it’s important that these are good characters, protagonists, because then we love them, and see that unconventional is good.

okay so this post is wrong but what the heck it’s a Tumblr post, right, it’s mostly a joke, only it’s so perfectly echoing an idea I’ve seen elsewhere too, from actual paid critics and academic critiques, that Hugo “wasn’t writing for emotional teenagers”, that he’d be horrified by fandom, that he was too High and Erudite for the likes of  screaming theater kids and emotional teenagers

y’all. Y’all. 

Victor Hugo knew what fandom was.  And he absolutely LOVED it. 

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[Femslash February]: Flowers

i feel like i’m just going to accept the fact that i’m going to be perpetually a day behind on these things. 

also this took forever to write im off my game today xD

Day 9: Flowers (Alyanette)

Words: 2200

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: On Wheels] [Next: Sunlight]

One of the first things Alya learned about Marinette was that she doodled flowers when she was bored. 

They started off as small, blossoming roses in the corners of her notebooks that weren’t any larger than the tip of her pinky. If you left her to it for long enough, she’d wrap vines, leaves, ladybugs, caterpillars, bees, birds, clouds, and more flowers all around the margins of her book. Sometimes, she’d sneak her colored felt pens and highlighters to school and add in whorls of colors and outlandish patterns until her entire notebook page was covered with fields and gardens and windowsills dripping in plants. She’d always take a picture of it on her phone – to turn it into an embroidery, or a screen print for a t-shirt, or a design for a book cover – and pout pitifully for Alya to send her copies of her notes. 

It blended seamlessly into the normality that was Marinette – the color pink, pigtails, the smell of bread, pinpricks on fingertips, different nail polish everyday, humming music under her breath, and doodling flowers in class. 

One day, Alya’s hand was right next to Marinette’s notebook, and Marinette continued the doodle from the edge of the page onto the back of Alya’s hand. Alya raised a brow when she started, but shrugged when Marinette asked if it bothered her. As far as idiosyncracies went, Marinette’s were all rather harmless. Besides, it was rather nice to take notes with one hand and feel the light brush of Marinette’s pen sketching away against her other. 

It always took three washes in the shower to get all the pen out, and her mother kept worrying her with folk knowledge about skin cancer and ink poisoning, but Alya didn’t like showing up to school the next day with the sketches still on her arm. It almost felt like her duty to give Marinette a blank canvas everyday, to encourage her darling little habits that were secretly the highlight of Alya’s day. 

“Why flowers?” she asked Marinette as she added yellows and oranges to the sunflowers she was drawing along the vein inside of her wrist. 

Marinette tapped the end of her pen against Alya’s nose. “Pretty flowers for a pretty lady.”

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Thee rak (Part One)

Wordcount: 2.821

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life

BamBam x Reader
Description: BamBam changes hair colour as much as he does with girls or clothes. However, there’s one thing that will never change: for him, you’ll always be his “Thee rak”.


Y/N: BamBam is driving me crazy. Hence I wrote this fluffy (sorta), romantic (SORTA) one shot cut in more parts (as always) because I’ve got too many feelings for him and I couldn’t hold back.

If someone wants to tell me its opinion you’re more than welcome, whatever kind of feedback is always appreciated  ^^

Hope you enjoy it!

P.S: Dedicated to M., ‘cause I kind of promised her and she deserves it (you already know the tons of reasons why and I won’t say anything else ‘cause you’re perfectly aware I’m like Patrick Swayze and his “Ditto” in “Ghost” when it comes to these things XD) You’re such a good person ^^ Forgive me if the main protagonist isn’t Jaebum, though T.T

*EDIT*: Thee rak is the correct Thai translation for “My love” so I changed it.

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The first time you met, BamBam’s hair was blond.

Messily pulled back, a bit sweat, and the thin fingers of a brunette -with her skirt up long enough to see her panties with strawberries- were running through it while his silly chuckle among whispered words filled the room.

Your bedroom, actually.

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mahnoorjahan  asked:

How do you feel about the pages in EOS where Aelin casually thinks of colonizing other countries and Rowan AGREES to it and boosts her on?

I mean, how do I /*feel*/ about it? As in how does is affect my enjoyment and support of SJM’s books?

basically like this: *shrugs*

And that’s because I’m really good at reading things and not being bothered by issues that tumblr thinks are problematic, and I’m also pretty good at enjoying literature that has a ton of problems because uh, that’s like, the entire point of literary criticism + the discipline i spent so long studying in college? I mean literary crit has saved my life as an historian and I’m deeply committed to the idea of textual analysis being the backbone of study for any humanity (srsly humanities students, every source is a fucking text that can be picked apart and analyzed until you die and it will improve your argument tenfold). So basically, I’m all for picking apart a text, because I enjoy doing so, but I’m also very skilled at not picking apart a text and just reading it and enjoying it. 

And I also think that books/texts do not need to be morally great and completely pc in order for us to enjoy them or in order for them to be deemed readable. I mean like…take Wuthering Heights for example. I ship the shit out of cathy and heathcliff (and if all else perished and he remained i should still continue to be like FUCK ME UP EMILY ugh so good), but i also acknowledge that its just about the most unhealthy problematic ass relationship every written. she is a literal demon??? he is also horrid. but i still adore them and the relationship and am very good at separating the things i like in literature from what i expect/want for myself and the world in real life

So in terms of Aelin’s colonization that means two things:

1) if she were to colonize, I’d probably be annoyed because I’m very against colonization irl and as an historian who lived in england I am sort of familiar with how shitty it is for the countries who are colonized (in that i have seen how england continues to treat them and their concerns and its very…sad and fucked up). i was at oxford during the year of rhodes must fall, and i was uh, for the rhodes falling side of the argument. like frankly i think we should ritualistically burn every statue of cecil rhodes in an enormous bonfire meant to summon satan from the depths of hell to come collect his blood stained soul but that’s a discussion for another time. however, aelin is not cecil rhodes, and she isn’t colonizing any real world country, and if SJM chose to have aelin colonize anywhere, I can imagine we would see Aelin bring peace and prosperity wherever she went b/c this is SJM’s universe and she can make whatever decisions she wants regardless of if they are realistic or not. And I’m cool with that. Fantasy is fantasy is fantasy. I’d be annoyed and roll my eyes but ultimately it would not affect my enjoyment of the book (and frankly no piece of media you consume is going to be unproblematic. but there are so many good parts of tog and acotar, good parts that have helped me survive and have made me feel accepted. and those good parts far outweigh the problems i have with the books)

2) and secondly…i kinda…disagree with the idea that Aelin is casually mentioning colonizing. In fact, I think this bit of text plays an important role in character development and the whole idea of having so much power that it corrupts. I’ll paste some analysis of this that I’ve done in the past bc I’m too lazy to do it again from scratch (anything below was written in response to another post, so it’s not directed at your ask specifically, but it does explain my feelings on this issue):

Let’s look specifically at the bit where Aelin says “For a heartbeat, she could see it- here face carved into statues…” Clearly this part is Aelin having grand dreams. Just…imagining what it would be like to be queen of the world. To have all that power.

Lets also consider how…afraid Aelin was/is of her own powers. How long it took her to accept that part of herself. How much she struggles with the burden of being the fire bringer. Great power = great responsibility (lol spiderman I’m sorry). Aelin was afraid of that responsibility. And i think…that she was also afraid of what it might do to her? Of how using her powers might make her hunger for more power and glory? And I think thats what we are seeing here. She’s admitting that parts of herself- for a heartbeat, for a literal second- want power and glory and fame. She’s admitting that she has that capability, that she has it within herself to hunger for extreme power and rule. Let’s not pretend like that isn’t within many of us as well.

But then, almost immediately, she thinks that these ides are “stupid and useless.” and she also says “Even wondering about the possibilities…perhaps it made her no better than Maeve or Erawan.” She’s fully acknowledging that thinking about colonization is not a good thing. She understands that it makes her like her enemies. Frankly, this is a really realistic thing for Sarah to include? Are we all just going to sit here and act like if we had tremendous power and were Queens that some of us wouldn’t be tempted by the power of expansion? Of gaining more power? Of course we would be! Not everyone, but some of us. Some of us would want power and fame and glory. But wanting something for a second before realizing how bad it is (what Aelin does here) is NOT the same thing as doing it.

Sure, maybe this scene is a bit…off putting, but I also think that it is a) realistic given the amount of power Aelin has and b) a problem we see a lot of fantasy heroes face. They always struggle with balancing power with…goodness. And they struggle with not letting their power make them corrupt. This is just an instance in which we see Aelin struggling with the same thing.

The temptation to do the wrong thing with power is not the issue, or the problem. What the hero actually does with said power is the issue. And do we see Aelin colonize in this book?? Nope. Nah.

Finally, I’d like to analyze the bit where she mentions giving her people kingdoms. I think it’s important that we think of how this relates to Terrasen specifically. The kingdom essentially does not exist. The people of Terrasen are homeless. They have nothing. No nationality, no kingdom, no identity. Aelin is specifically thinking about giving them everything she could in this moment. She’s thinking about conquering places specifically for her people. Of course, the reason behind colonization doesn’t matter, but it is important, for a character who rejected her destiny and responsibility, to finally start thinking about doing things for her country. I doubt Aelin actually *will* colonize, especially given that she BLATANTLY ADMITS IT WOULD MAKE HER LIKE MAEVE AND WHY WOULD SHE WANT TO DO SOMETHING LIKE MAEVE, but I do think that this scene functions as a way to show the reader the lengths she is now willing to do for her country and people.

Also, this scene sets up a pretty essential parallel between Aelin, Maeve, and Erawan. We need to know that our heroine is on the same level of power as her adversaries. And as I have already discussed, power does not come for free, and without the temptation to use it in the wrong way. Aelin needs to be faced with the same issue that someone like Maeve was faced with—do you use your power for good, or for evil? Do you let it corrupt you or do you resist the temptation?—so that we can see her make the right choice, the choice diametrically opposed to Maeve’s choice, and so that we perceive her as being as powerful as Maeve is. The potential for both good and evil is not unique to Aelin or Maeve, but it is a problem compounded by the amount of power they each have. Any good choice Aelin makes has more power to do goodness in the world than a good choice that someone like Chaol makes. Similarly, any evil choice she makes does more evil than an evil choice that someone like Chaol makes. Aelin’s struggle with good and evil within herself is necessarily more pronounced than any other character’s. Any character with as much power as Aelin or Maeve needs to face this problem, otherwise we would just have characters who had immense power and always used it for good and were never tempted by evil or whatever and that would be…unrealistic in the extreme, and not a satisfying story.

The capacity to do evil, and speak of evil, and think of evil, is not the same thing as doing evil. That’s a trait that all of us have in us. But what we actually choose to do, those are the things that matter.

The sun still rises (Part 1)

Hey there. I’m just posting for the first time….So! Please be considerate if you comment. I would love positive feedback and tips! Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story!!!! 5/22/17

Will our days always remain the same as now? Can we continue on as if we have no cares? These questions raced through my mind as I sat at the booth in Pop’s diner. I looked vacantly out the window, gazing at everything and nothing all at once.

“(Y/N)? You there bud?”

I snapped my head to my ex-boyfriend, Reynolds. He just broke up with me and wants to know if I’m okay? Dick-face. I glared at him, eyes murderous.

“You know what Reynolds, you dick!?! Fuck off! I wasted 3 years thinking, you may have been the one, only for you to crush me now, of all the god fucking times!!! I loved you! I gave you everything you wanted from me! You are by far the worst human being in this fucking town! It was our 3 year anniversary and this is what you decide to do?! I am done. So fucking done. Bye bitch.”

The tears wouldn’t stop as they made my face their home. Why? I loved him so much. I stormed out, my face puffy and red. I couldn’t do this again. Never again. It hurt too much to take another chance.

—–Timeskip: 2 years later——-

Sophomore year, what joy. Sarcasm at it finest as you can see. New town. New school. A new life, a fresh start if you will. Riverdale. The name of my new home. I can finally blend into the back round, not being noticed or hurt. My heart won’t be played because it won’t exist in the school. I had to grow up so not to get hurt again, toughen up.

I shoved my earbuds in as I strolled down the school halls, blaring heavy metal so loud it seemed to make my head shake. I felt every pair of eyes on me as I made my way to the office. Wow, so eventful.

I was early but the amount of students already there was overwhelming. They gave me such strange looks, as if I had intruded sacred territory. I glared at anyone who made eye contact. They were irrelevant. I mapped out the way to my classes with a map I was given prior through the mail. English, Math, Art, Free, Lunch, Science, Music, then P.E. Fan-fucking-tastic!

I stalked to my first class, pissed. It’s too early. Jocks and prissy bitches were everywhere, the stereotype is strong with this school. One of the blonde bimbos smirked at me, strutting over with nothing to show. She smacked her gum loudly, I could hear it over my music. I yanked my buds out, fuming. How dare this inconsiderate piece of shit get in my way!

“Hey Newbie! Like, I would say to join the squad but Emos aren’t aloud!” She laughed this hideously nasally laugh, so I punched her annoying ass.

“Shut. The Fuck. Up. Now.”

I annunciated each word precisely. I shoved the buds back in, ignoring everyone’s shocked and terrified glances towards me. I slumped unceremonyly in the seat furthest in the back, pulling out my favorite book and reading the classic literature printed.

I was reading peacefully before a shadow was casted in my view. I grit my teeth, not really wanting to deal with someone else. My eyes found the shadow’s owner standing directly in front of me. Pulling out my buds again, much to my annoyance, I arched a brow,

“Can I help you?”

It was another student but this one looked different from everyone I had ever seen. I frown, not negatively but neutrally.

“That’s kind of my seat if you hadn’t noticed.”

I groaned internally, nevermind about the different thing. With a smirk, looking straight into his gorgeous brown eyes, “Okay, so?”

His jaw visibly locked, oh great, we got another problem kid. I rolled my eyes, yeah, yeah, you’re pissed I’m in ‘your’ seat. I’m not moving.

Kiss. My. Ass.

He growls lowly before sitting in front of me. Great, Mr.Emo dick-face sits close still! Before either of us can say anything else, the bell rings and starts our first class.

As the new teach records role call, I find that his name is Forsythe Pendleton Jones the 3rd, but he goes by Jughead. Jughead Jones the 3rd. Unique. Unlike any one in this god forsaken school so far.

He’s still a dick though, there’s no changing that.


The days seemed to pass by so quickly, soon I was already in the town for 3 months. With no friends. Not one. I guess everyone’s just scared of me or something.

I had discovered a classy restaurant called Pop’s diner in the first month. They diner became a 2nd home, no mom yelling and no dad lashing out. The perfect safe haven. Pops was a sweet old man, always smiling and asking about your day. I can’t really say that much without repercussions so I just shrug with a weak smile every time.

Pop’s chock-lit shop is more like the home I never had, the one I wish I had. It was like the day’s heavy atmosphere just disappeared. Though at school and home, it sucked. Jughead​ and I clashed so much. I remained the same, pissed, violent and ‘edgy’ as most of students called it.

For some weird reason, recently, Jughead has ignored me or shy away as if I was a disease. It hurt and I didn’t know​ why. I hate him, right? I just don’t understand why he hates me so much… Ok, maybe what happened on the first day explains that but! I haven’t really fought him recently, I’ve been preoccupied. Dad gave me a black eye and a bruise from where he slapped me. My lip had split when he slapped me. I kept my bangs lower, I stopped talking more than before. I just… Stopped functioning really. He used to avoid the face but I guess that’s over.

Nevermind all that, speaking of Pop’s, I had been sitting in a booth for quite a while, just frowning and stirring my banana and peanut butter milkshake, music blaring to help drown out my thoughts. It wasn’t working. Tears built up in my eyes but I never let them fall, I couldn’t be seen so weak in public. I made sure my face was​ covered up before wiping the trace of tears away.

I just want to curl up into a ball and sleep peacefully for once. I don’t want to wake up to mom and dad fighting anymore. A traitor tear falls as I gaze blankly into my half-full glass.

“Hey, um, (Y/N)? You there? Is it okay if I sit here with you?” Snapping out of my thoughts, the questions flew smoothly in a male tone.The voice was so familiar but I didn’t look up, nodding curtly. They slid across from me but I didn’t raise my head. If they saw my face, I’m in trouble. I don’t want to be hit again, please, not again.

A hand was placed cautiously over my own loose hand on the table and I flinched at the touch, drawing into myself.

“Hey, hey now. It’s ok, it’s only me. I won’t hurt you (Y/N). You’re safe with me.” The person cooed softly as the slid into the booth with me. The carefully pulled my stiff frame into their chest. He stroked my hair soothingly, cooing sweet promises as I slowly relaxed. Jughead. It was Jughead. I wanted to cry, why does he care?

“Why?” My voice was croaky, as if I had cried for hours on end.

“Why what?” His tone was filled with confusion. What did he mean why what?

“Why do you care? I’m just some brat who has nothing better to do than be a pain in the ass for everyone. I can’t even be nice but you, someone with so much potential and talent. You decide to take your time and waste it on me. A mistake. A burden. A waste of all the effort.” I was finally crying but I hadn’t looked up, instead burying myself into him. Warm. He’s so warm.

“(Y/N), you are not a mistake, you are perfect. You are not, under any circumstance, a burden. You are a God damn miracle! You will never be a waste of effort, I promise you. (Y/N), you don’t realize how important you are to me.” He scolded me but it was nothing like mom so it was…Nice. It felt as if I was just being corrected and not criticized for once.

He places a hand under my chin tilting my face to be exposed. He gasped softly and I looked​ away. He probably thinks I got into a fight or something.

“(Y/N). Who did this?” His voice was a mixture of emotion. Anger, sadness, determination, and regret. He carefully rubbed the busted lip and I flinched. He frowned.

“(Y/N), you need to tell me. Who did this to you?” I leaned into his warm palm as he cradled the side of my face with such care, care I hadn’t felt before. Not even with Reynolds.

“M-my dad…” My voice cracked and I shuddered. While I was glad he believed me, I almost collapsed, terrified now that it was out now. Dad was gonna kill me. Jughead seemed to realize my thought process and moved me until I straddled his lap, looking at him. He grabbed my face in both hands and I could practically feel it beating out of my chest. He forced me to look him in the eyes but I couldn’t. I was scared. Petrified.

“(Y/N), look at me. We’re going to get you somewhere he will NEVER touch you. It’s gonna be alright. Does your mother hurt you too? (Y/N) please tell me the truth.” I broke under the intense look in his eyes. I spilt every bit of my life to him. Every detail my mind could rewind to. Mom. Dad. Reynolds. Every single horrible truth.

He didn’t judge me, just listening, holding me, supporting me, /loving/ me. /Me/, out of all people. He just…Cared. I finally realized why it hurt when he had stayed away. I love him. I crave him. Him, his company, his -love-.

“Jughead, I don’t wanna go back,” I rested my head on his shoulder, my head barely reaching. “I don’t wanna​ get hurt again. I wanna stay safe. I wanna feel this safe, this…Warm forever. I wanna stay with you. You make it safe and warm. I’m don’t want to let it go, not yet.” I tensed, clinging to him tightly, as fear enclosed my mind. I waited for him to push me away, disgusted but it never happened. His arms tightened around me and he sighed in…..Relief?

“(Y/N), I want you to live with me from now on. We’ll grab your stuff and I’ll arrange a place now. You will be safe, I promise. I…I love you too…” He pressed his lips to my forehead gently as if I was a porcelain doll.

He pulled a phone out of his pocket before dialling a number, all the while, holding me securely to his chest.

“Hey, Mr.Andrews! I was calling for an emergency. Do you still have that apartment you offered?…..Great, is it alright if I move in tonight?….Thank you Mr.Andrews, I’ll be there soon to get the keys. Thanks again!” He hung up before looking down at me with a smile as I stared up, curious.

“You’re gonna be ok now. I promise.” His words struck a cord in my heart and for a second, I couldn't​ breathe. I was going to be alright. I was going to be happy now. Tears streamed down my face as I let go of a breath I was holding. Relief was all I could really decipher in the flood of my own emotions. I was gonna be /safe/.

anonymous asked:

Hiya ^_^ I hope you're having a fantastic day! I'm absolutely in love with your blog and really admire your writing style and talent. I was wondering if you could do an RFA reacts to an MC is educated, opinionated, someone who is less passive, and someone who values her independence but still is very empathetic, patient, and caring?

I’m glad you love my blog! I do too :D 


  • It probably gets Zen’s back up at first. Maybe he uses the wrong terminology when chatting about something in his script and MC is the first one in there to correct him. Maybe he says something sexist without meaning to and MC is the one who points it out.
  • Let’s not forget that he grew up with people who only ever valued academia. An MC that’s really freaking smart and independent would probably scare the crap out of him…to begin with.
  • But once MC realises where he’s coming from and eases up a bit and he realises MC is one of the good academics (I.e. they don’t sneer at modern stuff and probably LOVED Promiscuous Jalapeño topping because of how it dealt with Romeo and Juliet), he’s a lot less intimidated 
  • MC showing a genuine interest in acting and taking him to the theatre or bringing home books about performance art and how it correlates to modern stuff and Zen learning loads from them and indirectly improving his own style.
  • He’d never really get over the independence part though lol. He’d call them about six times a day and text all the freaking time
  • If they reference working with a guy in the same field he Will Not Like It. He does not have much self esteem when it comes to smarts.


  • Oh mother have mercy
  • This is his type
  • He asks MC’s opinion on e v e r y t h i n g 
  • If they’re educated in something he doesn’t know too much about, like a science-related field, he asks them to tell him everything ever about it. It won’t matter too much that he might not find a use for this information, he’ll just enjoy listening to them talk so passionately because it’s something that he’s still learning to do.
  • He actually prefers it that they are independent, considering that he has spent so much of his life surrounded by gold diggers, but he’s clingy af, so you would literally never guess
  • Honestly though, in the same breath as praising MC for working hard and finishing a project and just generally valuing their own stuff, he’d be like ‘but you’ll come to dinner with me, won’t you??? You’ll be home by five???’
  • Hopefully MC is communicative to establish boundaries quite early on, not because Jumin won’t otherwise be able to respect them, but because he has never been in a healthy relationship before where everyone respected everyone else (with the exception of his friendship with V) and this will almost certainly cause arguments.


  • Yoosung would be intimidated but also aROUSED
  • He’d love watching them debate their favourite topics and honestly sometimes might disagree with them on purpose just to be put in his place
  • Also wouldn’t like hearing about MC’s super smart colleagues/friends etc because he feels like they’re probably smarter than he is.
  • He’d be super passive aggressive about it too lmao
  • “So, MC…about that guy you’re working with…is he cute?”
  • “Not especially. Why?”
  • “Well, you’ve been staying late a lot recently.”
  • MC would need to be patient, especially if they have to cope with Yoosung ignoring their pleas for him to study
  • Because if MC is educated, they KNOW how important it is and Yoosung’s refusal to study because of LOLOL just won’t wash.
  • My gf and I were classmates at university and I told her once that I wasn’t planning to study for the end of year exams when I was 18 I didn’t study for anything and THE NEXT DAY she invited herself over to my apartment with ice cream, a bunch of our class texts and extra source materials and notes and basically WOULDN’T LEAVE until I’d at least done some studying with her present and this is what MC and Yoosung would be like I swear it.


  • Tbh, I think Seven wouldn’t realise exactly how smart MC was until someone else pointed it out
  • Honestly, what is his point of comparison?
  • He doesn’t have the same frame of reference as the other characters and he’d enjoy talking to them and think they were on the same wavelength, but only later when someone else made the comment that ‘oh my god, MC is so smart’ would it occur to him that they’re probably more intelligent than the average person
  • Seven prats around a lot, but..I mean…he graduated college early…he can build robots on a whim…he is genuinely really fucking clever
  • An independent MC would actually be one of the better options for Seven, I think.
  • Like seriously, you can get at least one bad end just by being too clingy and prioritizing his attention over getting shit done
  • Once Seven’s attentions are focused on something, he can really lose track of everything else, which is why it’s good that this MC is so understanding and patient, because they won’t get shirty for being neglected but instead will urge him to eat regularly and take a walk now and then.


  • Jaehee is super educated too so she’d be happy they had something in common 
  • The pair of them spend their free time rolling their eyes at the antics of the others over a cup of hot tea or glass of wine.
  • If MC has a busy job as well, they comfort each other and give each other advice that they know is the right thing to do even if they themselves are incapable of following it.
  • “You just need to take a vacation, MC.”
  • “You first.”
  • :/
  • Tbh they’d get on so well and have so much in common that they’d probably end up encouraging one another to quit their jobs after learning a great deal about themselves from each other.
  • MC and Jaehee being this weird mix of jaded about their careers but also ganging up on Yoosung whenever he lets on that he didn’t study.
  • “Studying is important!!!”
  • “Think of your job prospects!!”

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anonymous asked:

With all the talk always being about who Sansa will marry, do you think her destiny was always about marriage? Everyone debates about who Sansa's perfect man is, whether it's Sandor, Petyr, Tyrion, or Jon--her fate is always tied to a man or loving or being loved by a man.

I think it’s in the way Sansa is written. “Who is she going to marry” is, after all, not just a shipping issue but also a political question likely to impact the overall plot in significant ways, given that Sansa is currently the key to a few crucial regions of Westeros, at least until Bran and Rickon reenter the picture.

But more importantly, Sansa inspires a romantic reading of her storyline because romanticism is at the core of her character, in her personality, in her dreams and aspirations and in the tropes she represents. She’s a deconstruction/reconstruction of every princess from every fairytale, but with a great deal of depth and introspection that makes her akin to the most famous romantic heroines of modern and contemporary literature. Despite being conventionally pretty, after her fall of grace she’s often derided for her meekness or otherwise underestimated, leading to a dramatic disconnection between how she’s perceived and her hidden strength and intelligence, which is a romantic trope largely used in young adult fiction and makes the reader wonder which male character will have the privilege and the intuition to go past her walls and see her inner world, what she really is. She always stirs deep and complex emotions in the men who closely interact with her—empathy and compassion mixed with anger and shame and a desire to be seen in Sandor and Tyrion, cruelty and sadism in Joffrey, a compulsion to possess and maneuver her in Petyr—and she’s changed in return. It’s not surprising that readers have latched on one or more of these romantic threads and want them to come to fruition. 

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The Misfits

Prompt: Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there’s more to each person than they thought.

A/N: So I wrote this chapter twice, and I’ve decided on my pairings, but I’m going to let you guys figure them out by reading (they’re pretty easy to determine). Also, Maya’s situation with her dad is different in this installment, and her character is a slightly darker due to that, but not too much. 

I’m also going to create a tag list, let me know if you want to be added!

Word Count: 2,661

Other Parts: Part 1

Part 2- The Essay

The heater that was running shut off completely leaving the whole room silent. It was the deafening silence that Maya Hart couldn’t stand. She needed something. A constant sound to keep her from going insane. Her eyes kept darting back and forth between the art literature book she had been reading and her best friend. She really did screw up this time. Her actions got them here, and Riley was just witness, who got caught in the middle of it all.

Why did Maya act the way she did? She never had done anything that stupid before. Maybe it was a cry for help, or just a cry out to her absent dad, who had just decided to leave her and her mom recently. That was an unspoken subject the blonde buried deep into her dungeon of sadness. It still effected her greatly, and it’s hard to talk about it, especially to the people who are close to you. Because the ones who care about you in such a way, like Riley did, only lent out sympathy, something Maya didn’t want. But she loved her best friend anyway, because she did care so much.

Maya didn’t understand why Riley did care so much. Sure they were best friends and they had been since a very young age, but even she had to admit, they are two very different people now. Riley knew exactly who she wanted to be. A professional musician, and had been working her whole life around the violin. Not to mention she was very classy and up with her studies, in order to get the scholarship she wanted. Maya was good with art, but she slacked in school. She could draw and paint, and she wanted to do something with that, but what kind of job could you get, when you’re a graffiti artist, who has a hard time paying attention in class, and is sort of addicted to nicotine?

Yeah, smoking. Something she had picked up at the start of all her daddy issues a year ago. And she hated to admit it, but sometimes cigarettes weren’t the only thing she smoked. To her, it was a way to tone her quick temper, and a distraction from life. It wasn’t always the most appealing thing, and she wasn’t a complete pot head, but she did it enough that she maybe had a slight addiction to it. Cigarettes that is. Her best friend didn’t necessarily approve of her antics, and she might have mentioned it to her several times, but she did nothing to stop her. Sometimes Maya thought that Riley was attempting reverse psychology on her.

She was taken out of her trance by the clicking of the pen. Anything but that. That sound was worse than the silence. Piercing the air, and as the sound became faster and faster, the blonde’s nerves were ticking. Her eyes lightly flickered to the boys sitting towards the back and then looked forward again. Of course it had to be him.

After listening to it for two minutes straight, she smacked her hands on the table. “Stop with the clicking, Friar!” Her head snapped back to him and he raised his eyebrows, knowingly. But he didn’t stop, instead he kept going, and she clenched her teeth so hard her lips pursed together. He was doing it intentionally to annoy her and she was about to explode. His green eyes tested her patients, daring her to do something about it. And she did. Up on her feet in less than two seconds, and she was over where Lucas was, ripping the pen out of his hand and breaking it in half with all the strength she could muster and throwing it back at him, ink going everywhere. His expression was shocked, and Zay’s was amused.

Maya, who felt satisfied walked back over to her chair and sat down once again. Not long after, she heard his footsteps and a figure appeared right in front of her desk, but he wasn’t facing her. He no longer had his letterman jacket on, so he sported a white t-shirt with the front covered in blue ink. She hated that she even considered him as very attractive right now. Not just his body, but his face too, even with the pissed off look. “You just had to break it, didn’t you?” He asked.

Shaking her previous thoughts away, she couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had somewhat of an affect on her, even if it was just in his physical appearances alone. He didn’t have a great personality, or that she knew of. Then again, she didn’t really know him. All she could see and hear was his over obsessed addiction to baseball, and his growing ego. He really did think he was the best, didn’t he?

“You should learn not to piss people off,” she stated.

Tongue in cheek, he shook his head, glancing down at the liquid that would most likely stain the shirt forever. “Damn my mom is gonna kill me,” he muttered under his breath. Maya smirked, but tried not to laugh. He caught her gaze again, and she gave him a full smile. He rolled his eyes, walking off towards the counter where a coffee pot sat, and a tiny sink. He wiped his arms down with a paper towel.

Maya looked at Riley, then down at her book. “Riles,” her voice called out softly, and she wasn’t sure if the brunette would be responsive, but she could slightly hear the “hmm?” come from beside her and thought that was progress. So maybe she she try a calm route for this conversation. “I’m sorry,” nope, she already said that before, and Riley hadn’t even acknowledged the plea. “I’m sorry I got you into this mess,” she turned in her seat hiking her right leg up so she could wrap her arm around her thigh and ankle, placing her chin on her knee. “Can we talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about, Maya?” Her tone serious and sharp.

The blonde didn’t like the way she said her name. She tapped her hand several times on the desk. “No no. Don’t Maya me, please,” she pouted. “I don’t like it when you Maya me.” It was normally “Peaches.” That was her name for Riley. “How can I fix this?”

The brunette stopped reading and looked at the person sitting next to her. “I don’t know, how can you? We’re here in detention, on a Saturday. Out of all the Saturdays in the entire year, it had to be this one.”

Maya narrowed her eyebrows in confusion. This Saturday? Why was this one important? The blonde blinked. “What—what are you talking about?” That was apparently the wrong question to ask, because Riley no longer looked annoyed, she just looked down right hurt, and that made the blonde feel even more worse about herself than she did before. What was she forgetting?

Her best friend looked away from her, and Maya’s heart dropped. “Nothing. Forget about it.”

“No. Riley, I made you upset and I want to fix it. Please le—” the door opened and out came Mrs. Knows. Perfect timing, said no one ever. The hag of an old woman disgusted the young girl. She smelt like rotten cheese and bitter perfume so strong, Maya felt the need to go bathe.

“Do I hear talking?” The Librarian asked hesitantly. When nobody spoke, she crossed her arms. “Because I definitely heard talking.” Of course she did. Or maybe she was just saying that to say it. Maya really wished she’d go back to watching her tapped recordings of Saturday Night Live.

Farkle coughed. “Yeah, I was just asking,” his head turned slightly towards one of the girls sitting behind him, “Maya for a pen.”

She shrugged, giving him a sad smile. “Sorry Dude, you’re out of luck.”

Riley reached into her bag. “I’ve got one,” she stated, and she handed him one, giving him a silent thank you in her expression, although Maya had absolutely no idea why the genius would have taken the blame for the girls.

Mrs. Knows nodded. “Okay, so since some of you are twiddling your thumbs, I’ve decided to give you all an assignment.” The scoffs could be heard around the room. “You’re each going to write me an essay,” and the groans, “describing to me who you think you are. No less than a thousand words. Maybe in this assignment, you’ll learn something, and never put yourselves into a position to be here again. It’s due by the end of the day. Yes, Miss Smackle?”

“For the people who have been productive, like me, Riley and,” her head turned slightly toward Farkle making a gagging noise, “eeck. Do we have to do the assignment?”

“Everyone is doing the assignment, Isadora. No excuses.” She moved back towards her door, but before she walked completely away, she turned to face the students, giving them a mischievous smirk. “Oh, and by the way, if I forgot to mention this to you all earlier, no leaving the building.” Her emphasis on the last word confused the group of students. Those were pointless words. “Essays due by the end of the day!” And she closed the door behind her.


Riley was not only pissed now, but emotional. How could Maya have possibly forgotten? The brunette only talked about the concert several times to her. It was the event she couldn’t stop thinking about for the last two months. She tried not to get worked up about it, but that was definitely one hard pill to swallow.

Now they were demanded to do this stupid essay. A dumb essay to tell the Librarian who they think they are. How was it possible to know who they are, only being sixteen years old, with a lot of life left before them? They weren’t even out of high school yet, much less holding jobs. Riley might know who she wants to be, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to be that.

Maya slumped in her seat. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She slung her head back. “Nice job Friar, Babineaux. Because of you bozo’s, we’re stuck writing an essay.”

“Hey!” Lucas retorted. “How is this our fault?”

Maya pointed to the open, probably unread book in front of her. “You’re supposed to look productive in order to not get more homework. Duh.” Lucas stood up from his seat and walked over to sit on top of Maya’s side of the desk. “You need something Ranger Rick?”

“You know, you’re starting to annoy me,” Lucas stated. “With your, ‘you think you’re funny nicknames,’ and smart ass comments. It’s no wonder you’re sitting in detention right now.” Riley almost said something but Maya beat her to it. She always did.

“You don’t know me, and you don’t have any business as to know why I’m here today,” she leaned her chair back. “As for me being annoying. You’re new to the city. You’re away from all of the hoedowns and cow pageants.” Maya animated her last words with a fake southern accent and swinging arms. “You’re also fun to tease.”

Riley didn’t think she she should have said that, and she believed Maya realized that too when her eyes closed and her face slightly cringed. Lucas smirked and the brunette guessed that he was going to have some conceded comment fly off the tip of his tongue. “Tease, you say? Is that your way of saying you like me?”

She rolled her eyes. “We’re not five, and I don’t like you Sundance, so you can get that off your mind right now.”

Riley started giggling, and the boy sitting in front of her turned in his seat and his small, amused gleam in his eyes met her own. He seemed to be enjoying the small banter between Maya and Lucas.

“I’m not convinced,” Lucas said. “Why else would you tease me?”

Farkle scoffed. “Maya teases everyone.” That was true. “If not teasing, she makes sarcastic comments that come off as insults, even when she doesn’t mean to. Sorry to burst your bubble there if you thought you were the only one special enough to receive the many nicknames and comments made by Maya Hart.”

“She has a nickname for you, doesn’t she?” The baseball player said, and Farkle said nothing. Riley smiled and giggled, remembering the name she had given him back in early middle school when he had come to school dressed up in his halloween costume. “You,” Lucas pointed to her, “what’s the nickname?”

“Dr. Farklestien,” she said in mid-giggle.

Farkle sighed harshly. “Riley’s is Goodie-Two-Shoes-Matthews.” Riley’s mouth dropped and she gave Farkle the evil eye. She hated that nickname. Despised it. It made her seem weak when she didn’t want to be.

“Goodie-Two-Shoes-Matthews?” Lucas said, eyeing her who had looked away from him. “If you’re a goodie, then what brings you to a detention hall? Especially Saturday detention?” Yes, because they all know Saturday detentions are equivalent to one day in school suspension.

Riley averted the gaze by looking around the room. She noticed that Zay had taken a seat closer to everyone, and Smackle had stopped writing, but she hadn’t taken her eyes away from the book. The brunette wasn’t going to say anything until Maya was, and she didn’t think the blonde would talk.

“So really,” Zay asked, “none of y’all are going to tell everyone why you’re in here?”

Farkle licked his lips. “Why do you care what we did to get in here? We’re not asking you what your reason is. Just leave them alone, we all have a paper to write.” She was unsure as to why he was trying to redirect the subject matter. It’s not like he actually cared, right?

Zay glanced back and forth between him and the girls. “Why did you take the blame for them?” Farkle looked at him, as if to tell him to elaborate.

Lucas agreed raising his eyebrows. “Yeah Genius, why didn’t you let them get in trouble for talking?” Riley really wished they would all stop talking.

He shrugged. “I figured if we didn’t have a good excuse, and if one person got in trouble, we all would. You never know with this Mrs. Knows.” He had point, but Riley didn’t believe him.

The kid with the dark skin leaned forward. “Are you sure that’s the only reason?”

Riley looked up and instantly met with Farkle’s eyes and they held each others stare for a moment before he said, “One hundred percent positive.”

Lucas let out a sigh and looked up, as if he was thinking about something. “You know what, I’m going to the gym.” He hopped of the desk, and began walking towards the door. Riley thought he was stupid. He was a stupid guy.

“Why? We can’t leave the library,” she said.

He smiled. “Ah, but we can. As long as we are following the rules, she doesn’t care. And her rule was, don’t leave the building. The whole entire school is a building. We can leave the library, but we can’t walk outside.” Riley couldn’t believe that he had actually stated something that was considered to be a smart idea. Why, oh why was the universe messing with her? “So, if I am to write an essay describing who I am, why not do it in my element? Come on, Zay.” He walked out of the Library.

Zay was hesitant, but next, and then Farkle disappeared too. Riley gave it a thought and knew exactly where she was supposed to go. She rose out of her seat and walked, but before she left, she looked at Maya, and almost said something, but closed her mouth, slightly shaking her head. Now wasn’t the time. She could solve this after she found a spare violin.

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“How did you know to find me in here?” She asked, before she realized that was a stupid question.

He placed his hand on the smooth black surface. “Just because we’re not close friends anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t know who you are, Riley.” He motioned to the open spot next to her. “Mind if I sit?

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When/where was VFD created?

Featured above:  Thomas Cole. The Course of Empire: Destruction. 1836. Oil on canvas. 99.5 x 161.2 cm. New York Historical Society, New York, NY, USA

The secret organization’s origins are left to interpretation, but we understand it has been around for quite some time. For how long has it subsisted, exactly? Some clues in the text may lead us to a suprising, outlandish, but nevertheless fitting theory…

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leksa-willin  asked:

Hi, do you have any tips about creating a good storyboard or know any literature that could help? I will have uni entrance exams next year and I will have to create a storyboard with artistic values for a short animation, that is why I ask, hope I'm not bothering you ^^


sorry for the delay of this answer ^^’ : I have just got a storyartist job at Illumination Mc Guff, so I m really busy these days..

well everybody has his method, here is mine, I still have a lot to learn but maybe I can help:

_ first you read your script, then you try to think about how to improve it.

_ you do other stuff, while you’re think about your script. you take the time to be sure to visualize every sequences. don’t be too fast at the beginning, let your brain proceed.. storyartist seems often to chill but itis only because they need to think without pressure of what they have to tell through their storyboard…

_ you should if possible draw the map of the area of your sequence,
and put your character inside of it, especially if they move during the sequence. try to play with them. so you will be more confortable with puting the camera wherever you decide

_ then you don’t draw but only write on paper every shots, describe them, without drawing them. try to describe the mind of each character in each shots. How they react, why they react like that.. if you draw already at this point, you will loose your time. you need to be sure of what you’re drawing..

_ then use this to do a basic thubnail sequence.

_ Then you redo it with trying to improve it, pushing the meaning of every shots.

_ when you are certain of your thubnail sequence, you can do the pre layout of it. you do only one or two pannel per shot and be careful with the composition, the layout (size of every characters in the shot)

_ when you are sur of your pre-layout, you do the storyboard clean, with developping every acting, most key poses as possible of course.

I use this method because I need to go through many steps before doing a proper storyboard. but as you wish of course.

other tips (I myself need to apply much more often but anyway -_-’):

_ watch a lot of old movies, not only the most famous .. Animation is movie cinema, not only animation. if you only like animation you willbe probably stay a basic storyartist and not a good enough storyartist

_ GO OUT and live your life. travel. ask yourself why you act like this or this, question yourself about your own behaviour. GROW UP.  You need to have something to tell when you do storyboard.. even if you are a great technical storyartist, if you don’t understand human relationship, you will never be able to tell properly a good story. (this is not me who say that but master Miyazaki ;)) (of course I myself have a lot to learn about it.)

_ Interest yourself to other kind of arts. Theatre, dance, opera, classic book, mythology; history, astronomy, sciences, economy… by example I don’t read so much but I can say that I m very influenced by some kind of litterature. Even if itis not a visual art, it is very important.

_ read “how to film” from Eisenstein in order to get tips about scenography, howto think about your background design before thinking about your storyboard

please share this if you think it can help!

good luck

OKAY SO I saw @cheekygryffindor’s submission to @academla! and, since this was something that I’ve been wanting to write about for a while, my months of hard work has to amount to something more than just a score given to me by collegeboard, right? I wanted to take this opportunity to help as much as I can ^-^ 

also, because I don’t really know much about your specific situation, I kind of wanted to cover as many possibilities/scenarios as I could. I hope it was somewhat helpful! Of course, all of it is based off of my own experiences, so take what you will with a grain of salt and experiment to see what works for you! (under read more because it got really long oof)

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Xiumin: Xiumin hadn’t forgotten to pick up his girlfriend because he wasn’t a dumbass, however the seven car pile-up that was blocking Xiumin from moving even a foot had him becoming more and more tardy to pick up his Jagi from work. Realizing too late that he should have pulled off the highway and taken the back streets, he stood stuck in traffic for hours. The worst part was the fact that Xiumin’s phone was dead, making it impossible to comfort his girlfriend that he was coming for her. After four hours in painstakingly slow traffic, Xiumin found his girlfriend resting on a bench outside of the bookstore she worked at. Raising her head from her arm, she wouldn’t be angry anymore, just happy to see that he had been coming after all.   

Luhan: “FUCK” was the only word Luhan could draw from his conscious as he sped past car after car in a manner that probably wasn’t the safest. He would have slowed down to prevent a collision of some sorts but he had to get to his Jagiya as soon as possible. Lu could have sworn he had pressed the send button on his phone, alerting Lao Gao to pick up his girlfriend from work, he had wanted too but his schedule did haven’t any free spaces. The fact that Luhan had been filming his most recent film for two days straight with only three hours of sleep under his belt probably didn’t help. Thinking back to it know, Luhan shook his head in frustration at the image of him blankly sitting on the couch with his phone in front of him, phasing in and out before believing he sent the text and getting ready for his next scene. When his girlfriend saw him pull into the parking lot, Luhan would probably be crying harder than her due to being a shitty boyfriend and the fact that he was exhausted out of his mind. 

Kris: Kris really meant to try his best this time at being a good boyfriend. His girlfriend had asked him to pick her up from work on Thursday, because her car was in the repair shop and taking the bus would take too long. Kris hurriedly accepted the offer, wanting to make up for spilling black soda drink onto the lace pillow that was a gift from her now recently deceased grandmother. It had stained and Kris had furiously apologized saying they could get a copy of it made, but when he found out the grandmother had made it by hand using specific cloth and dyes, he felt like crying. His Jagi said it wasn’t that big of a deal, she knew Kris was clumsy and always had accidents wherever he went, but he could still see the sadness in her eyes. So, he wanted to make it up to her. Kris made a note of it in his phone’s notes, he made sure to write it down in the planner he keeps with him at all the times, and he made the occasional sticky note or pen on the back of the hand to remember. Unfortunately, when Kris was finishing up some paperwork at the office and a coworker came by asking why he was still here and not picking up his girlfriend, Kris became extremely confused. Swiping back to the original text to make sure it said Thursday, Kris let out a gasp when the word Tuesday popped up instead. His workplace wasn’t that far away from his Jagiya’s but she had been waiting for three hours so Kris knew he still fucked up. “It’s okay Kris, just try to remember better next time, okay?”  

Lay:  It had taken longer than Yixing had wanted to perfect the new moves for the Lightsaber performance, but after going through it one more time he was happy with the results. Wincing from the pain in his waist, Yixing took a quick shower before falling into bed without even thinking to dry off. Yixing woke up confused and sore with an incessant ringing in his ears, waking up enough to see it was his phone going off. Picking it up his eyes widened at the number of texts and voicemails he had from his girlfriend. He didn’t realized what was wrong until he read the latest one sent, which was about two hours ago. It simply said, “Lay-ah, please. What did I do wrong?” Feeling his heart clutch at knowing he forgot to pick up his girlfriend and had instead gone to sleep left a pit in the middle of his stomach. Forgoing real clothes, Yixing threw on some sandals before zooming down to the coffee shop where his girlfriend worked at. Walking up to the glass window that let him look into the shop, Yixing saw his girlfriend crying with countless coffee cup strewn across the table she was sitting at. Lightly tapping on the window, catching his Jagi’s eyes, Yixing bowed his head against the glass in humility.

Chen: His girlfriend was going to make Chen into a eunuch after leaving his her in the woods for six hours too long. It wasn’t his fault though! He had visited his family after dropping his Jagiya off for her hike that she had been planning for weeks now. She had wanted it to be perfect with what trails she would take and how long it would last and most importantly; the proper time for Chen to pick her up. However, he ran into a pickle with his family, Chen loved his family and it was great to visit them but when it was time to start driving back and his mom was still looking over the baby books; Chen knew he was fucked. He couldn’t exactly tell his mom he had to leave to pick his girlfriend up because his family didn’t know he was dating anyone. The both of them didn’t want to tell anyone with Chen being famous and his family be super religious but now all Chen could do was wait until the conversation died and make a run for it. There was a good few minutes of after picking her up where she threatened to ruin his idol image. 

Suho: “Jagiya, do well on your test and fighting!” Suho chirped into the phone before cutting the connection. He had been helping his girlfriend study for her final exams in her literature class and was excited to see the hard work pay off when he would pick her up from class later in the evening. Suho grabbed his jacket off his chair and walked towards the front of the SM building to go grab some congratulatory bubble tea for his Jagi when one of the staff called out his name. Feeling the apprehension already spread across his shoulders, Suho turned around with a fixed smile on his face. He found out that some of the top company officials wanted to have a quick impromptu meeting with him. Suho agreed but knew deep down it was going to take more than an hour, wishing he could text his girlfriend real quick about the situation, but she was taking her text and he had people waiting on him. Threes hour later and a frantic Suho running to his parked car showed the night was not going as plan, going as fast as he could and maybe breaking a few traffic rules Suho made it to the building where his girlfriend was at. Shuffling towards his girlfriend, who was sitting on the steps outside, Suho kept he face down as he stood in front of her. “It was SM again, wasn’t it?” 

Chanyeol: It was a stupid fight and he knows that but Chanyeol could not stop blaming himself for the worry he know was running through his girlfriend’s head. They fought all the time, never about anything super important, but they knew how to get on each other’s nerves. Like any other day, Chanyeol was driving his girlfriend to her job at the junk stock market that always hosts in an obscured field out in the countryside. She made beautiful jewelry from old bits of silverware or pieces of broken stone. The most current argument was over Chan thinking that she should take her craft and use it somewhere she could make real money, which in no matter of time had the two of them yelling their heads off at each other. Abruptly stopping at the entrance of the market, Chan unlocked the doors and waited in silence for his girlfriend to get out. It was on the way back that Chan realized how stupid he was being by trying to force her to do something she doesn’t want to do. Bickering at himself, Chanyeol let himself into his studio to use his frustrated energy for a greater good. He never would had known he had been in the studio for seven hours straight if he didn’t look at the clock and see how late he was to picking his Jagiya up. Speeding out of the parking lot and onto the highway, Chan realized how worried his girlfriend must be thinking he purposely didn’t pick her up because of their fight. Reaching for his phone to tell her otherwise, he cursed out loud at remembering leaving it on the piano. The both of them were crying when they found each other walking around the empty marketplace looking for one another. 

Baekhyun: Baekhyun couldn’t stop bouncing every bit of his body in excitement for when Kai saw the surprise that was waiting for him. Baekhyun had been feeling extremely bored today with nothing to do but pick his girlfriend up from her school conference later that day. He had already annoyed the shit out of the exo-m members and was forbidden to enter the dorm for the rest of the week. Feeling lonely and bored out of his mind, Baekhyun moved on to teasing Kyungsoo to see how big of a reaction he could get. However, before Kyungsoo could really blow up (and he has before, Baekhyun has definitely seen it) Kai came over and calmed D.O down back to his squishy self. Baekhyun was even more ticked off when Kai gave a death glare for irritating Kyungsoo. Fast forward to Baekhyun wrapping two rolls of saran wrap around Kai’s motorcycle, while he had Chanyeol distract Kai by talking about how he’s Kai’s fan, and how Kai is the best, and yada yada yada… It was one hell of a reaction and the best was if Kai didn’t want a scratch on his precious bike, he was going to have to be out here all night carefully peeling away the plastic. Chuckling to himself, Baekhyun checked his phone while heading to his room. Stopping in the middle of the halfway, Baekhyun instantly turned around and grab his keys before running towards the parking garage, letting every obscenity he knew fly from his mouth. He knew he had to pick up his girlfriend, but Baekhyun never realized how long it would take to wrap up a bike with plastic. Speeding towards his Jagi’s university, Baekhyun could only give a small smile and weak laugh as his girlfriend stomp towards the car.    

D.O: He didn’t know how yet, but he was going to find a way to kill the beagle line. He had come back from making them an amazing dinner to his room only to see his side of the dorm covered in screenshots of him getting hit by a car in his TV show, It’s Okay That’s Love. After forcing those idiots to clean it up, Kyungsoo went for a nap to cool off. Unfortunately, he slept for way too long and knew he was royally fucked when it came to picking his girlfriend up on time. Stopping in front of where his Jagi took night classes, Kyungsoo saw his girl mope her way towards the car which lead him to repeatedly smack his head against the wheel.   

Tao: Okay, so…… Tao knew he had a teensy tiny problem when it came to shopping, usually he got too involved into it and could spend hours on end buying things from every store in the world but he always bought really stylist shit that brought his swag level to a new extreme. And that’s kind of what happened this time, Tao had agreed to pick his girlfriend up from her model go sees at around 9 pm. Getting home a little early from his workout with Lay, he had some time to kill on the web. Seeing in his email that there was a sale going on at Cartier, Tao knew he had to look at the options. Which led to Tao checking out the new jackets at Yves Saint Laurent, and then having to look up how long until the new Gucci cologne came out, which in enviably lead Tao to having these really cute embodied leather boots from Gucci that he could wear next time to the airport and super fucking late to picking up his girlfriend. The worst part was probably that Tao did feel sorry but when he went to pick her up, he just couldn’t stop blabbing about what he bought.   

Kai: Kai was probably having one the best times in his life since he became an idol, every day was practicing new dances, shooting cfs, or going to sign events. Which were amazing and Kai appreciated every little moment but it got to be hectic, so being able to go for drinks with Taemin and Ravi was pure bliss. He didn’t have to think about anything except for having to figure out a way to get Taemin to pay for the next round of Soju. It was probably around 2 in the morning when Ravi asked how his Jagi was doing, which through a hazy cloud of alcohol, Kai was still able to react in fear. He had completely forgotten to pick his girlfriend up from the airport. She had been visiting family in Europe and needed him to pick her up, which he had happily agreed to as he played with Jjanggu and Monggu. Quickly telling them the story and laughing at the stupidity of it, Kai deemed himself sober enough to pick up his Jagi. He tried practicing how to apologize but anytime Kai started to get a little too sincere, he would burst out laughing. He blamed the alcohol on this one, so when he found his girlfriend sitting on the curb with her suitcases around her. Kai simply put everything in the car and stayed silent in hoping that nothing would make him lose his shit and laugh at something that wasn’t actually funny.  

Sehun: Sehun didn’t mind having to drop off his girlfriend at the mall for her girls’ day with her friends, but when she told him to pick her up after the mall closed, Sehun whined at the thought. Not really say yes or no to her statement, Sehun got back to his apartment where he continue to be a lazy noodle for the rest of the day. It was around the time he was playing video games with Chanyeol that Sehun had a thought. She was going to be hanging out with her best friends, couldn’t one of them give her a ride home? Mulling over it some more, Sehun agreed with himself that he didn’t need to pick up his girlfriend; she had it covered. With being reassured with himself, Sehun went to take a nap. It was only when he woke up at 1:30 am and saw his girlfriend absent that he knew something was wrong. Immediately checking his phone for any messages, he cringed inwardly at the dozens of texts from his girlfriend, each one getting more and more violent as he kept reading them. Apparently, her friends had never shown up for their friends date and she had wanted to waited it out so she only texted Sehun as he was lying down for his nap. Safe to say, this noodle was going to get his ass beat. 

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Title: Stutter

Author: Jen (placentaandllamas)

Artist: Oli (hotphansex)

Beta: MarieLou (marielou-for-you)

Word Count: 11k

Rating: PG (language)

Warnings: bullying/physical abuse, swearing/language

Summary: Dan has a stutter and he’s bullied at school for it making him seem cold and distant. Phil is a new student who is paired with Dan to learn his way around the school. Dan just wants to be left alone, but Phil is determined to make Dan’s life less of a living hell.

Author’s Notes: Seriously, MASSIVE thanks to Oli and MarieLou. Oli made the most incredible phanart ever–HE MADE A FREAKING GIF I JUST THOUGHT IT’D BE A PICTURE AND HE’S JUST LIKE ‘lol hope this is okay’. And MarieLou for going over the same crappy thing over and over again and again so that it’s beyond amazing and never once got tired of me :)

I also want to dedicate this to Chris, autumnlesterhowell’s friend who had a stutter and committed suicide due to the constant bullying. I wish his story could have ended like mine. 

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Flowering (A Bellamy Blake imagine /AU)

► Request:  “ Could you do an AU for me? one(like a modern one) where they’re all in university and Bellamy and his ‘friends’ are a year older but Y/N has some classes with him, and he likes her/she likes him kinda thing and he watches her from afar but whenever he is around her/talks to her he’s nervous and takes it out wrong? Like he’s a jerk lol. You can make up the rest, long one plz?🙏”

► Pair: Bellamy Blake x reader

►  Word Count: 2,145

► Warnings: Bellamy being a cutie, does it count? / Some insults /

► A/N: Sorry for being so sloooow with the request and ships lately, but I want to write them as best as I could and somedays I just don’t feel inspired to write and I don’t want to write them those kind of days because I want to post the best I can write for you. Okay, as always, I hope you all enjoy it!! :3

Spanish literature class, one of your favorite ones. Thanks to your marks, you and one of your best friends, Jasper, were attending this class with a higher course.

“Have you answered all the questions we got as homework?” Jasper asked, making you laugh.

“Oh, not again Jordan”

“What do you want me to do? Monty bought the new game yesterday and we had to try it! Be comprehensive this time please.” You laughed even more showing your homework to him.

“I’m going to make a homework routine for you, and this time I’m completely serious”

“Sure” he said with his characteristic smirk.

The class was about to start when he entered the room. You watched him talking with his friends, you couldn’t avoid it, you liked Bellamy Blake and you didn’t even know why. Bellamy’s eyes met yours, and as always it happens, you quickly broke the contact.

“There’s you asshole prince”

“What do you want me to do? I can’t decide who I like or not. Be comprehensive this time” You impersonated him making a dumb voice.


“She always does that” Complained Bellamy when he sat down

“Accept it Blake, for a damn time, maybe she doesn’t like you back” Murphy said getting comfortable on his place and preparing himself for the little nap he was going to take in that class.

“No, it can’t be. I mean, maybe she looks another way when I look at her because she’s shy.”

“Whatever you say”

“I’m so grateful for having a friend like you Murphy” the aforementioned just smirked ironically.

During the class, between note and note the brunet looked at you, just to see if he could catch you looking at him again, but it didn’t happen. He was sitting a few rows behind you, where he could see your table partner joking and talking to you. It didn’t make him jealous, he knew Jasper and you were just friends, but he could not help but want to be him. Bellamy wanted to approach you somehow, but every idea he had he thought it wouldn’t work.


“Are you going to the excursion next week?” Clarke asked during the lunch.

“Excursion?” You asked “Where?”

“The city of light” you looked at her, not knowing which place was that “The museum that opened last summer. You know, teachers have been planning this for many months”

“Oh yes, I think I know that place” Monty started “Is it that museum that has many buildings?” Clarke nodded “I know which one it is”

“Excuse me, but I still don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Wait, I think I have it right here” Clarke said while she was looking for something inside her bag. Finally he gave you a brochure.

City of lights,

the ultimate museum of them all.


Visit all of our galleries, each more interesting and exciting than the previous.


Come and see what else can you learn about…









Among many other things!”


“Now I remember” You laughed “This is the place teacher Jaha has been talking about!”

“Please, don’t even say it” Raven rolled her eyes “If I ever listen to him talking about that place again, I’m going to shoot myself”

“Which day is it?”

“Next Wednesday. The list to sign up is on the hall” explained Clarke “So, are you coming?”

After the two classes left, you went to the hall and put your name on the list. Why not? It could be interesting. You turned around just to face someone’s chest. You felt already embarrassed before knowing who was it, but when you raised your head and saw it was Bellamy Blake you could felt the blushing on your cheeks.

“Blake” was the only word you could say.

“Ah… ehm… (Y/L/N)” You looked at him frowning. You thought he was laughing at you for a moment. “Are… you… are you going to the excursion?” he asked looking everywhere but your eyes.

“Uh… yeah, are you?”

“Oh, m-maybe, I don’t know” he said trying to seem interesting but he didn’t.

“Okay… I guess we’ll see…”

You didn’t say anything else, you just wanted to escape from that weird and awkward situation. That was the first time you and Bellamy had a conversation, if that can be called a conversation, it hasn’t been exactly the kind of first meeting you’ve imagined.

“Great Bellamy… you’re such an idiot” He quarreled himself as you left.


“I’m so pleased to see that so many students have joined me and the rest of the teachers in our excursion to the city of lights.” Jaha started making Raven roll her eyes and the rest of you laugh.

“Kill him or me, but make this end right now” She said.

The whole group of students walked to the buses that were waiting for you. What was the first thing you saw when you got in the bus? Yes, Bellamy Blake sitting there with his friend Murphy, who smirked facetiously when he saw you.

You were going to sit with Clarke as you had planned, but then a hand grabbed your wrist and make you sit next to Finn, Raven’s boyfriend.

“What are you doing?” You asked. Clarke and Raven were sitting behind you two. They peered from behind your sits with a smile on their faces. That little thing made you know something was going on.

“We’re getting Bellamy jealous” Raven said.

“But… Of Finn?” they nodded “He’s dating you, Raven”

“And that’s why it was so easy to make him say yes. Besides, Bellamy doesn’t even know that”

“Oh my God… I hate you all…”


“Okay, let’s be honest… This place is amazing”

The museum was extraordinary before getting off of the bus, so when you were at the main entrance you could understand why Jaha seemed to be so obsessed with it. It was like a small true city and every building had a different shape and ornamentation; technology building was decorated with hundreds of light bulbs and cables were painted, connecting every bulb. Literature one was painted completely, making it look like a shelving full of books. Science one was pretty amazing, apparently, it was painted with a special paint that changed with the weather, and so the lower floors were darker than the highest ones that day. But the building that attracted you attention the most was the greenhouse, it was made of glass and it didn’t need any decoration, you could see the plants and the little insects inside there from outside.

“Earth to Y/N, are you with us?”

“Uh? What?”

“I’ve asked if you’re coming with us” Jasper repeated, pointing the literature building with his thumb

“Yes, sure but… You go first, I’ll be there in a few minutes” You answered pointing the greenhouse with your index finger. He smiled with agreement before joining the rest of the group and you went to the greenhouse.

Surprisingly it was almost empty. Five, maybe six people were there besides you but it was better in a certain way. Feeling the calm that reigned there, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath and suddenly you could felt like if you were on a forest. Inside the greenhouse there was a very relaxing music playing. There were a few cupolas all over the roof, and birds were entering and going out from them while they sang making the environment even more relaxing.

One boy was sitting there, near the lilies flowerbed, drawing the flowers and some of the butterflies and bees flying above them. Near the boy the peonies flowerbed was located. You’ve always thought they were one of the most beautiful flowers and they were one of your favorites. The flowerbed was an enormous one, and you could saw a very few of the species the peonies has. When you crouched down the smell of the flowers went to your nostrils, filling them with that sweet smell.

“I didn’t know you liked them” When had Bellamy Blake crouched down just beside you? “Well, I didn’t even know you, I was just… Forget it” Internally, he was calling himself an idiot again. You smiled.

“You scared me”

“Oh… eh… sorry, I didn’t meant to… I’ll leave if you want to…”

“Do you usually put two and two together all alone like now?” You asked smiling again. At first he didn’t know what to do, but when he saw you smiling, he relaxed and smiled too.

“Are you sure I don’t bother?”


After admiring the flowers for a few minutes more, you two sat down on a bench near the flowerbed where you could still smell the peonies.

“What else do you know about them?”

“Are you really interested?” He asked smiling

“Of course, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care” You answered sitting comfortably in the bench. “Now tell me, please”

“Well, peonies are one of the most important symbols in Chinese culture; they’re very used by them since… I think it was 1903 when the Qing dynasty declared them the national flower.  There’s a city in China as well… What was the name?…” You couldn’t help but look at him with a silly smile on your face as he tried to remember the name “Oh yes! Luoyang. That city has a respectable reputation as a farming center for peonies. And… in Chinese culture… Peonies has always been related to… female beauty” He finished that sentence staring at you, what made you blush. He remained silent, maybe waiting for an answer, but you couldn’t think at that moment. Was it up to you or Bellamy had just said that he found you beauty with that culture reference? What were you supposed to say at that? They were only seconds, but you felt them like hours till Bellamy smiled again “Did you know that in Spain they think that the smell on peonies give headache?”

“No… I didn’t. Blake, how do you know so much about peonies?”

“The Iliad” he answered

“The Iliad?” You remember that book from last year of college, when you had to read it for Latin class “Let me guess, Mss. Andersen?”

“Well… yes and no” you frowned “I had to read it for Latin class, true, but I had already read it a few times before she made us read it again.”

“A few times?”

“I know it sounds… weird but… yes I really like that book. My mom used to read it to me when I was a kid, and then I used to read it to Octavia when she was a kid too. I don’t know, that book made me love mythology and the stories the ancient Greeks used to tell and maybe you don’t know it but peonies are a usual flower in Greece.”

“It doesn’t sounds weird Blake, if you like it, besides I just find amazing how much do you know about this and… Well, you have read the Iliad several times and I’ve memorized some of the Ovid’s metamorphoses because I’ve read that books so many times that, frankly, it’s worn out.”

“Which one do you like the most?” He quickly asked.

“Definitively Philemon and Baucis one. I just adore how much they loved each other till the point they wanted to die at the same time because they couldn’t be able to live without the other one… and how wonderful persons they were.” He was looking at you smiling sweetly.

“I like that one too” You two smiled to each other “You know? I’m starting to regret the fact I’ve never talked to you before”

“Well… We’re both guilty in equal parts at that” You smiled “But you know what’s said, better late than never”

“Completely agree” He smiled amply. When you looked down, you finally saw what time was it on your watch.

“Oh God, they’re gonna think I’ve forget about them”


“Sadly, I think I should go. I’ve told my friends I would meet them in the literature building almost an hour ago.”

“It’s my fault, you can blame me” He said smiling and you laughed.

“I would like to keep going with our conversation, I can tell”

“Well, then let’s do this” You both got up

“Surprise me”

“We’re going to meet, out of school hours. Some coffee and some mythology. What do you say?”

“Sounds like a plan” You answered smiling. In your head, the word date was echoing, making you feel those damn butterflies on your stomach.



“What’s your last class?”

“English, room 505”

“I’ll pick you up there. Maybe then you can explain to me why Finn’s girlfriend was laughing so much when he made you sit with him in the bus” That made you laugh, and even more when you started to imagine Raven’s face

“Great, I will. See you there then” He raised his eyebrows seductively and smiled. You left the greenhouse with a big smile on your face, non-believing what just happened. Bellamy was still inside, doing the same as you and already thinking on how much was he looking forward for Friday.”  

Colors- Part 2- Indigo

Colors 2

She feels like she’s just seen heaven as Harry presses his forehead against hers. She’s never really had a kiss on the first date, even though this wasn’t really a date.

“It was absolutely incredible,” she breathes slowly, a small smile forming on her lips.

He was a damn good kisser. She assumed he had more experience than her, but she was still impressed.

She shyly speaks her thoughts, “you’re…you’re a really good kisser…”

Harry had had his fair share of kisses, but never one like that. That kiss shook him to the bone and he felt it in every muscle and every inch of skin.
“So are you.” He said a bit shyly.

He definitely could see himself kissing her. He could kiss her a lot, actually. For a whole day, and probably never be tired of it. She had warm and plump lips that fit perfectly between his own and the little noises she made were the sweetest things he’d ever heard.

Harry took her hand and lead her over the small couch, sitting closer than he normally would. “You’re truly amazing, you know that? Beautiful in your looks and in your personality as well.”

She leans into him, it’s nothing compared to their mouths being pressed together so she figures it’s okay.

“Mmm, thanks. I don’t really try that hard, I just…I don’t know. I do my own thing. And I guess that it works, well with you at least,” she grins.

She plays with her hair before she speaks again, “if any of the girls in our class found out about our kissing, they’d surely have me be killed,” she chuckles softly.

“The girls in our class are a bit… Intense.” A small chuckle broke through his lips. “they throw themselves at me in such an inappropriate way that I’m not even turned on by it. Leaving panties in my backpack or trying to crawl in my lap, but I’ve never ebb spoke to them before.” He spoke as he recalled thee weird incidents.

“That’s why I’ve always been so interested in you. You smiled at me and waved, said the occasional hi… But you never tried to get with me for money or popularity. And that made me attracted to you the most.”

Jolie scrunches up her face in distaste, shaking her head.

“Wow. I mean, that’s definitely way too far. I’d never in a million years even ever think of doing that. That’s just…it’s not me,” she shrugs, “then again, the only thing I have in common with those girls is that we’re both girls,” she laughs softly.

Jolie kicks her shoes off but makes sure to put them near the couch neatly, before tucking her feet under her bum and resting her chin on her hand.

Jolie had a cute little way of sitting, Harry liked it. The more time he hung out with her, the more positions and ways he imagined drawing her. She was versatile in that way.

“I want to know more about you.” He blurted out. “I mean, I want to know what your favorite books are and your favorite colors and foods, and what things you absolutely can not stand.” Trying to clarify, but Harry’s words always got a bit mixed up when talking to her.

She smiles a little and raises a brow before softening it, grinning from ear to ear.

“Mmm. Yeah. You do? Really? Well, I mean…my favorite books are all of the classics. I read a lot because it enhances my writing skills. Foods…I love Italian. All things Italian. Favorite color would be green maybe, and I can’t stand girls who talk behind each other’s back. It’s happened to me before and it’s not fun.”

She was perfect. They seriously had so many things in common. From food to literature, to pet peeves.

“I feel the same on all counts… My favorite would have to be chicken parm though. And My favorite book is the Great Gatsby. I don’t like talking badly about other people because I don’t really love when people do it to me. And I hate when people do it to make themselves look better.”

They seemed to be a match made in in heaven so far. Could she get any more perfect? He wasn’t even sure.

“Favorite way to have a night in?” He questioned raising his eyebrows

She was so relieved that they had /so/ much in common. Never in her life has she had anyone who she was this similar to, a male especially. She has a few close friends who are like her, but that’s about it. Harry is the only one besides them.

“Hmm…probably eating good food, maybe Chinese, talking, making a fort out of blankets maybe, watching a shared favorite movie…” She trails off, picturing how incredible that would be to have with Harry.

That all sounded incredible. Especially with her. Laying around under fluffy blankets, lazily kissing all night and having her pressed up against him… Shit. He would love that.

“I love that. But what movies?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. “This is a critical question, Jolie..”

Jolie giggles and nods, “but of course. Movies are a very important topic. But let’s see…I appreciate all genres of movies, but my favorites are romance and comedy. I can watch romantic comedies, which is like the perfect mix, for the rest of my life and never get tired of the genre. I like a lot of Disney movies too, surprisingly enough. When I was younger I became so interested in them that I’d google what era each princess movie was set in and I’d research which country it was in. Apparently Sleeping Beauty was based in France because a few observers noticed french architecture in the movie, d'you know this?”

Jolie could definitely be a nerd. She researched a lot, and was always curious. She wrote a lot about her curiosities as well, and she had a whole separate journal for her daily thoughts about things she couldn’t explain or didn’t know the answer to.

“I didn’t know, but I would love to hang out with you and for you to educate me on the subject…” Harry brought up the topic of hanging out more smoothly. Since it was Friday he was hoping to plan something for the weekend.

He would love to be cuddled with her, listening to her talk about different Disney princesses and their time frames and settings. While he had never really thought about it: it would be interest to know. He definitely was going to put one of the Disney princesses in the background of her collage.

One of the other incredible things about Harry was that she knew he was genuinely interested in everything she was saying, which made her so happy. It wasn’t just him nodding along and not really caring what she was saying, only focusing on the way she looked. He looked her in the eyes as she spoke and he showed a keen interest in what she was saying.

“I would love that as well,” she smiles, cuddling into the couch even more, “I mean…we totally could. I don’t really make plans very often, so I’m usually pretty free…” She trails off, hoping to not sound /too/ available.

“We could tomorrow? If you’d like? I have a new tv I bought and a bunch of nice fluffy blankets and we could get take out?” He spit out before cringing. “I don’t want to come on too strong but.. I’ve always wanted to get to know you and now I’m kind of jumping at the chance.”

The chance of hanging out with her and knowing her secrets and the thoughts of more kisses and maybe a cuddle were making him giddy and happy. He had daydreamed about hanging out with her and knowing even the smallest details about her would make him smile.

Tomorrow sounds incredible to her, because it’s so soon, and the sooner she can be with him again, the better.

“No, tomorrow is absolutely perfect, the sooner the better,” she speaks her exact thoughts, blushing a little at how eager she sounds as well. They’re both eager though, so there’s really no shame in it. No shame at all.

“I really want to spend time with you, Harry. I want to get to know you better. I hope you know that…” She trails off, reaching out to touch his hand.

The warm hand touched his and he immediately took it between his own. It felt amazing to even just be next to her, but to have her touch him made him feel warm and tingly. Just like the movies said it would.

“I’d love to spend time with you too, love. I’m really, really happy we got partnered for this together. ”


The next day Harry was pacing about in his apartment. He had ordered the Chinese food to be delivered about 20 minutes after she was set to arrive. The freeze was stoked with ice cream and the living room was properly cushioned and surrounded with blankets and fluffy pillows. His hair smelled of coconuts and he used lotion to make sure his hands were soft if she wanted to hold his hand and the entire day he had used Chapstick to make sure his lips would be enjoyable if he kissed her again.

He had never, ever been this nervous about hanging out with someone before but this was Jolie. This was his muse and the girl who made his heart pound just by walking past him.

Jolie has never been this nervous whilst getting ready. She debates whether to curl or straighten her hair, arguing with herself. If she left it curly it may look like she tried too hard, but if she straightens it it might look dull and boring. Jolie naturally had straighter hair with waves. She decided to let her hair air dry, she had to worry about makeup.

She had another battle with herself on how much or how little she should put on. She looked in the mirror for at least 20 minutes before deciding on some mascara and a little bit of lip gloss. She had an outfit already picked out so she didn’t have to argue with herself about that. A cute romper that was easy to slip in and out of and was relatively comfy. Her hair and skin smelled of vanilla from her shampoo and perfume.

Jolie sends Harry a text before heading to his place. Once she arrives, she heads into his complex and up to his floor, taking a deep breath before knocking.

The knock on the door started Harry from his pacing, snapping him out of his worried trance. She was here, and he would have to deal with it.

Walking to the door, he took a deep breath and straightened his shirt, before opening the door.

She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was shining and her eyes looked wide, a bright sparkle in them he had only seen after he had kissed her. She was wearing a cute dress or shorts thing? He wasn’t sure what it was but it hugged her in the right places and he wouldn’t be surprised if he had started drooling.

“Come in, come in.” He said as his eyes snapped back to her pretty face, taking her bag from her and bringing her into a hug. Yesterday he had sent her off with a gently kiss on the cheek and a smile, but now he wanted to try the hug. It was a good call.

Her body felt warm and soft against his own and she smelt of vanilla, a smell he always adored. She was taller than an average girl but the perfect height for him to rest his head on hers.

Letting go reluctantly, he lead her inside. “You can take off your shoes and get comfortable, the food should be here soon.”

Hugging him felt like everything negative in this world vanished and it was only the two of them standing under a ray of sunshine. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, which she loved, sighing happily as he hugged her tightly.

Once she’s led inside, she carefully takes her shoes off, leaving her in some fuzzy socks. She places her shoes neatly by the door before walking over to his couch and taking a seat.

“I’m so happy to be here,” she grins widely, settling into the sofa as Harry follows, “thank you for ordering food. Next time it’s on me, yeah?”

She was happy to be there? Well Harry had to have been ecstatic. He could barely sleep last night from excitement, half the night spent in his studio where he drew her even more.

“No, of course not. I like to be a gentleman, so food will always be on me.” That was something Harry always prided himself on. Regardless if he liked the girl or not, he was always a gentleman.

“Those are some cute socks. I e got my own pair of fuzzy socks but I have no idea where they disappeared to so I just wait the plain black ones.”

“Yeah? Well they’re sexy,” she blurts out, her whole face reddening now as she admits it. Any part of him is sexy to her, if she’s honest. But now he knows that and she didn’t exactly want him to.

“I mean…well, yeah, can’t really get myself out of that one, can I?” She laughs softly, covering her face with her hands and giggling into them.

Harry’s eyebrows raised at the words she blurted out but he loved it. She thought any part of him was sexy, and he loved that.

“No, but it’s okay. I think every part of you is absolutely gorgeous.” His eyes wandered around her body, her cleavage slightly slowing and her long legs stretched out and resting on the ottoman.

Jolie could feel Harry’s eyes on her and she absolutely loved it. She definitely dressed in a bit more of a sexy way than usual. But even this wasn’t as bad as some of the other girls at school, who wore short skirts and showed basically all of their breasts, had them on full display.

“You’re too sweet. Seriously. It’s so sweet that I can’t even,” she giggles, using some slang she’s picked up with the ‘I can’t even’.

“I’m just stating the truth, love.”
Jolie deserved to be showered with compliments all the time, until they believe them. And even after that. He wasn’t just saying that she was beautiful because he wanted to be with her, he was saying it because it was 100% the truth.

“Every time I tell you something, it’s the truth. Not to get too deep, but I genuinely do think you are the most beautiful girl I’ve seen.”

Jolie wasn’t aware as to how she should handle this. Her smile grew with every single one of Harry’s words, as well as the blush on her perfect cheeks.

“Wow I…I’ve never been complimented like this before. It must be really nice,” she giggles a little, smiling before tucking more hair behind her ear, beginning to play with it.

Jolie leans closer to H, but the doorbell rings with the Chinese.

Damn it. It was so close, he could almost taste it. Harry had been waiting to kiss her again, and though it had only been hours he felt as if he needed it.

Huffing, he got up and grabbed his wallet before opening the door. After paying the man, he closed the door and threw his wallet on the table near the door and brought the food to the small coffee table near the couch.

“Im pretty sure I ordered what you texted me, but I got some extras just in case.”

Jolie was disappointed that the take out came, as she was sure she and Harry were about to have a moment together. She craved the taste of his lips since they kissed the previous day, and she’s been dying to taste them again. Even more this time.

She grins at Harry as he comes in with the food, heading to the small coffee table.

“Thank you so much. I love Chinese. It’s my favorite kind of take out, honestly,” she grins.

Jolie took a seat, putting her hair back so she could eat as she took out her chopsticks. She made a grasping motion with them, making them move as she giggles.

She was the cutest god damn thing he had ever seen in his life. The little motion and giggles melted his heart, making him freeze and just watch her as she picked up her container of food.

She gave him a curious look and he snapped out of it, smiling shyly at her before grabbing his own food. “I can’t eat with chopsticks, I’m boring with my plastic fork.”

She laughs softly, as she caught him in a bit of a trance. He made her feel so confident and beautiful; how most men should make her feel, but don’t.

“I can’t either, really. I just pretend to. Watch,” she laughs, trying to pick up rice with her chopsticks and watching it all fall back into the box.

She shakes her head, “I guess rice is a bad example, but honestly…it’s really awful. I can’t eat with them for shit, but they make eating fun because it’s like a new challenge and adventure,” she giggles

“Well, I admire you very much for that. I try chopsticks every time I get Chinese but give up after 3 tries. It’s jut not meant to me.” He laughed, showing her how he tried to pick up things with chopsticks.

“See? It’s useless for me.” He hugged after the 5th time trying to pick up his sweet and sour chicken. His heart swelled when he saw that he was able to make her laugh. Her head thrown back and her cheeks pink, little crinkles by her eyes.

He must have stopped breathing for a second, as he watched her laugh. She truly was amazing. He didn’t realize he was staring (again), until she gave him a questioning glance. “M'sorry, but you’re just really beautiful.”

It seems to Jolie that anything she does, Harry will smile about it, which makes her unbelievably happy. She’s never felt so alive, felt so loved, felt so happy before in her life.

“Did you know that you’re very charming and that you make me smile? I literally haven’t stopped smiling since I was over yesterday. I’m a perpetual smiler,” she giggles, slapping her knee as she lays her chopsticks down on top of her chicken.

“My mum said that I was too charming, charm the socks of anyone I choose to talk to.” He teased lightly. Being chosen for Harry to talk to you actually is a big deal. He didn’t really like talking to many people, so if he made the effort you had to be pretty special.

They finished eating their food and Harry for up to turn off the lights, only the glow of the fairy lights and few scented candles as well as the TV lit up the room.

“What movie would you like? It’s your pick.”

Jolie has always been somewhat innocent and never had dirty thoughts, or hoped that something would go down. But tonight, Jolie was definitely into the idea of she and Harry getting a bit more than just cozy in the blankets.

“Anything with romance and comedy. We could watch an oldie? Do you want to watch 50 First Dates? Or something neither of us have seen?” She asks, as she makes her way to the living room and sits down on the blankets.

“Why don’t we choose a random one of Netflix in the romcom category?” He was slightly aware that they probably weren’t even going to watch the movie, more likely to talk and hopefully kiss a little bit.

When she nodded, they randomly chose one that he honestly forgot the name of, and didn’t care much about it. Getting cozy under the blankets, he lifted his side up slowly and gave her a inviting look.
“You can get closer, I don’t bite… Unless you ask.”

Jolie didn’t intend on paying much attention to the movie. All she wanted was to be able to get cozy with Harry under the blankets and hopefully kiss him a bit, but she didn’t know if this was /that/ kind of date.

“Mmm…okay,” she says, humming softly before crawling under the blanket he’s holding up for her, coming into him.

Their bodies are now pressed together as the movie begins, and all of her excitement is going towards Harry rather than the movie:

Once she was settled under the blanket, he slowly wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her a bit closer. He liked having her pressed against him.

“Nice and warm, yeah?” A large grin was on his face as the movie started, though he wasn’t looking at the screen. She was warm and soft next to him and he had the urge to pull her into his lap and squeeze her tight, but he wasn’t sure they were at that level yet.

A little bit into the movie, she shifted a bit to get comfortable and once she settled Harry saw it as an opportunity to place a small kiss to her temple.

She smiles and blushes a little once Harry presses a soft kiss to her temple, moving her hands to rub against his arm gently as they cuddle.

The movie seems completely boring and irrelevant to her, now that she has Harry here with her, cuddling her, and she’s anticipating another soft kiss, maybe one that can develop into a deeper one.

“I liked that…your lips are warm,” she whispers, looking up to him.

Another soft kiss was pressed to her forehead before he nudged their noses together. Jolie had him under a spell.

“Yeah, they are.” He whispered before connecting their lips again. The kiss started off slow and sweet, Harry smiling lightly against her lips while trying to keep them connected. Her Chapstick tasted like strawberries and it fit her perfectly.

Pulling away slightly he hummed and licked his lips. “So are yours… But yours taste better.” And with that, he connected them once again.

Jolie was in a trance, she couldn’t help herself. Harry’s lips were irresistible and her’s couldn’t get enough of them.

Her hand moves up to cup his cheek as they kiss, holding his face as she feels his tongue slowly enter her mouth. She parts her lips for him, and sighs into the kiss.

Her leg slowly moves to wrap around his, her foot running down his leg as she becomes more comfortable.

Kissing her again felt even better than the first time. They were much more comfortable with each other, the touches lingering and their bodies closer than ever.

He leaned into her more, swirling his tongue around hers, moaning softly against her mouth. She just tasted so good and smelled so good and felt so good, he was going to explode.

Jolie has only kissed a select couple of guys like this, and it was never even this good. Kissing Harry was like making art. A mixture of her writing and his drawing skills, an absolutely perfect mixture.

“Such a good kisser,” she moans softly, moving her leg fully to wrap around him, her body moving slowly on top of his as the kiss deepens.

Holy fuck. Holy, fuck. His muse, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen was now on his lap with her hands in his hair, kissing him deeply.

He struggled to control the contents of his pants as she pressed her warm body against his. His tongue flicked against hers before he pulled back a bit to nibble on her bottom lip.

Jolie felt a bit of moisture between her thighs beginning to form as she and Harry kissed deeply. Her hand cupping his cheek moves up to his hair, gripping onto it, making aroused noises softly. It really does feel amazing to be kissing him like this. And she doesn’t know when it will stop.

Her lips work against his in a sloppier manner as seconds tick by, she hears a throaty moan, a soft one, fall from Harry’s lips and she hums in approval.

Hands travel down to hold her hips, the kissing only stopping for a moment to catch their breath. Harry had made out with a couple of girls before but this, this was a whole new level.

Jolie was a bit hesitant in some of her actions but Harry loved it, he loved how she let him lead the kiss a bit before taking over control once she got confident. It was fucking sexy.

His lips detach from hers only to start kissing down her soft jawline, soft pecks turning to little nibbles.

She lets out a sigh of pleasure as Harry begins nibbling on her neck, her eyes fluttering shut. She thinks he’s absolutely incredible with kissing, knows exactly where to touch a woman to truly make her tick.

“You’re so incredible…” She breathes, her eyes still closed. She loves the feeling more than anything else in the world and hopefully she’ll be feeling a lot more than his lips tonight.

She gets a bit brave by running her hands up Harry’s shirt, humming.

Her small hands were a bit cool, making Harry shiver as they touched his warm skin. Jolie was blowing his mind already, and they were barely even touching yet.

His lips trail down to her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses down the skin. His mouth explored until he kissed a spot that had her shivering, and a small smirk formed on his face. Lips attached to the stop and bit gently, before starting to suck on the patch of skin in hopes of leaving a mark.

The heat between Jolie’s thighs were making her want to squirm, she was certainly wet between her thighs at his point. She was hoping Harry would possibly touch her skin on skin, in her more preserved and private areas. She wanted his hands on her breasts and bum, she had never craved something, or someone like this before in her life.

Jolie finally lets out a soft moan as Harry begins to suck on her neck, tugging at his hair and subtly moving her hips against his.

Jolie didn’t know much about Harry’s sex life, but she assumed that he was relatively experienced since he knew which places to kiss on the neck, but all will be revealed if they get their clothes off.

The small moan leaving her mouth and the Rock of her hips were enough to make Harry’s dick twitch. The moan was soft but lustful and he wanted to hear more of it, he wanted to hear her moaning his name over and over while he pleasures her.

He was sure that she could feel his erection from that rock of her hips and tug of his hair, and he took it as a signal to touch her more. Hands slowly slide to cup her ass, squeezing gently to test what she liked.
“You’re driving me mental, baby.” Harry whispered into her ear, nipping her softly.

She knew she was extremely aroused by this point, and she wanted him so bad. She moves her hands on his bare lower abdomen after running her hands up his shirt.

She arches her back so her ass curves into his hands more, giving him more of a firm grip. Jolie dressed quite modestly, so not many knew that she had an incredible and nicely shaped ass over her normal clothes. Harry was quickly finding out, however.

“You’re so sexy…” She breathes

Her ass was round and a perfect fit for his hands as he squeezed it. Even with his hard study of her, he never expected her ass to be this nice.

“Fuck, baby… So are you.” He murmured against her skin. Jolie’s hands moving up his chest made his breathing deepen, his whole body felt on fire.

“You can take it off, angel. Go ahead.” Harry said referencing his shirt. Jolie’s hands were warm and had almost an erotic feel while they trailed his stomach.

Jolie is extremely excited as Harry says that she can take off his shirt. She pulls it off of his body with his help, and her lips bravely move to her neck.

She wants to make him feel as incredible as he does her.

Her lips move down his collarbones and to his chest, her breathing indicating how hungry she is for his beautiful skin, to trail kisses and bites all over it.

Hot lips move up his skin, causing a shiver to run down his spine. A slight dig of her teeth encourages the moan moan that had been building up in his throat to release, gripping her ass tighter.

“Fuck, Jolie… That feels so good.” Harry whispered breathlessly, watching her as she kissed and sucked and nibbled on his skin, leaving red marks in her path.

It felt like it was a dream, the way her hands and lips worked him making him feel absolutely wrecked already. “You’re so good at this, making me feel good.”

She’s never been like this with any man before, never this bold, so it’s definitely a lot for her to do this. She continues working her mouth against him, kissing down his stomach and back up again, as if she’s afraid of the private region.

She would love to get in his pants, but has no idea how that may work out. Maybe it will only go as far as this? She really hopes not.

He can sense the hesitation, but he didn’t want her to be scared. He was already so comfortable with her, he didn’t want to stop.

Taking her hand, he took it and slowly trailed it down, pressing it against his erection. “You can touch, baby. I promise I love it.” The whisper came out breathlessly, the pleasure of even her hand through the fabric of his pants a bit overwhelming.

Jolie’s small gasp was practically inaudible. The fact that she was able to do this to such an incredible man who has girls lusting after him was insane to her.

But at the end of the day, she knew him better than all of them. This was /her/ Harry, not the Harry that these girls have built up in their minds.

Her hand pressed against his erection through his jeans, she makes sure to feel around everywhere to get a good estimate of what she can expect, and after a few nice pat downs, she can tell she’s working with a big one.

Harry moaned as she felt around his hard cock, small hands grabbing and squeezing. He was in heaven.

“Oh god, that feels so good… Unbutton them baby, touch me, please.” The request almost came out as a beg. He was desperate for more touch, more feeling, more Jolie.

She nods quickly, her fingers shaking a little as she goes to unbutton his jeans. She’s never been this excited before, in every interpretation of the word, and she doesn’t know how else to act but let her body take charge and show her emotions.

Once she’s got the zipper down, she begins pushing them down his legs, and leaves him in just his briefs, observing the tent in them.

“Oh god…this is so hot…” She whispers

The way her eyes widened and the biting of her plump and swollen lip made Harry want to flip her over and just slide into her. But, he knew he needed to take this somewhat slow as not to freak her out.

“See what you do to me? You did this…” He whispered grabbing her hand again and letting it grasp his hard cock on top of his boxers.

His words reinforce her feelings and she breathes slowly, in and out before looking at her hand on top of his boxers.

Not worrying about anything else, she slowly begins to work them down his sexy thigh thighs, gasping a little as he comes into view.


He’s huge.

Harry smirked slightly as her eyes widened even more as she took the boxers off of him. He was aware he was bigger than average but to see her react like that had his chest full of pride

His own hand wrapped around himself, giving himself a couple of strokes. “You did this to me Jolie… Such a sexy girl.”

She never expected this to have happened with Harry, the handsome artist in class who she was simply assigned as a partner to.

“Wow…” She breathes slowly, looking back and forth into his eyes and down at his hard length.

Carefully, she reaches out and pokes the head, seeing as it moves slightly but bounces back into place, making her giggle a little.

“I can’t believe I did that,” she admits, moving her hand to grip the base

“You did, love.” He smirked and watched her touch him experimentally. It was adorable, and fucking sexy all at the same time.

“You have free range, baby. Touch, feel, whatever you want. Trust me, I will not object.” He assures and rests his head back as her hand begins to stroke him.

Harry leans back to relax and watch the show; of Jolie playing with his dick. She’s not as nervous anymore after Harry’s words, she’s loosened up a bit and she’s smiling, happy as can be about it.

Her smile fades as she tries to become more sexy for him, she leans down and presses a single kiss to the head before beginning to slowly stroke his shaft.

“Oh fuck…” He hissed, the light kiss making his legs shake a bit. He wasn’t sure where she learned that but he was definitely sure he wanted more.

“there we go, that’s so nice…” He cooed and reached over to brush the hair out of her face. He wanted to see that beautiful face while she played with him.

Jolie was taught to never give a man a favor before he gives her one, but she couldn’t help herself with Harry. Pleasing him would please her.

She moves her mouth all of the way down and wraps her lips around his dick, closing her eyes briefly before she starts to move her mouth up and down, getting his shaft covered in spit, humming to send pleasurable vibrations.

He was shocked on how quickly she took him into her mouth, even more so that she tried to take all of him. “Oh my fucking god, yes… Just like that baby girl.” He growled as he tugged the hair out of her face.

The warmth of her mouth and the suction and vibrations had him moaning loudly as she pleasured him, his hands rubbing her head softly. “That’s so good, Jolie. You’re making me feel a-amazing…”

She supposes this is one way of completing an art project, since head is its own form of art…

She jerks his base as she moves her tongue up and down his shaft, concentrating. She pulls her mouth off with a pop and pumps his dick repeatedly, before moving her mouth back down, making loud slurping noises.

She was an angel, he was convinced. Her mouth was heavenly, moving up and down his dick with the perfect a mouth of suction and warmth.

He was close already. It had been a while, and to have the girl of your dreams sucking you off didn’t really help that fact either.

He quickly pulled her off and flipped her to lay on the couch, his lips meeting hers once again as his hand slides down to apply a bit of pressure on her clothed clit.

Jolie was surprised as he pulled her off, but was obviously very pleased once his lips hit her now swollen ones again.

She whimpers into his mouth at the application of pressure to her swollen clit, gripping onto his arm and digging her fingers into it.

“Harry…” She breathes, squirming a bit

Lips kissed her lips and moved to her chest while his fingers still played with her, loving how responsive she was.

Her hips were bucking up into his hand, searching for more friction and pressure, and he would be happy to give her just that.. But he wanted to hear it from her.

“ask me nicely baby, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Jolie was beginning to realize that Harry is a bit of a teaser, a sweet talker if you will in the bedroom. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she pulled away to look into his eyes, hers wide and full of lust.

“P-Please touch me. Not through my pants…skin to skin,” she begs quietly, running her hand gently up and down his arm.

Her chest was rising and falling, clit throbbing as she studied his gorgeous features. Man, was he gorgeous.

Harry nodded and slowly started to remove her clothing. The thing she was wearing was a bit difficult to remove but he figured it out and in almost no time it was on the floor.

He never could have imagined how beautiful her body actually was. She was absolutely perfect, and all for him in this very moment.

Kisses were left down to her breasts, and he slowly moved down the cups to kiss at her nipples. “Mm, gorgeous.” He commented before sucking of her nipples into his mouth.

Surely no man has ever done /this/ to her before. She moans softly, rolling her head back in pleasure before bringing it back up as she decides she would like to watch Harry suckle on her nipples.

She hisses softly at the feeling, her breasts are sensitive and her nipples are very hard as Harry suckles them into his mouth. She moves a hand down and fists it through his hair.

“God, you’re so hot…and that feels so good…” She praises him.

Harry smirked and moved to the other nipple, giving it attention. The tugging on his hair only made him harder.

Fingers finally slid down and to the place he knew she wanted to be touched the most. He groaned against her skin as he felt the damp fabric of her panties. She was already soaked for him, it was a dream come true.

“You’re soaking for me, angel.” He cooed and applied a bit of pressure before rubbing slow circles over the fabric.

The warmth of Harry’s fingers felt incredible, even through the fabric of her now ruined panties. She knows now that this is going exactly where she wants it to, nothing more and nothing less.

“I am…God, you made me so wet…” She hisses, bucking her hips up slightly, wanting more relief. She would appreciate foreplay, but she doesn’t know if she’ll need it.

She takes another look at Harry’s massive erection. Yeah, she’ll need to be stretched out a bit…

Taking the buck of her hips as a hint, her slid her panties down her legs and let them join her outfit on the floor. Immediately her let his fingers touch her bare, wet core.

“Fuck.” He hissed and released her nipple, feeling around her wetness. “So warm and wet, just for me.” He moaned, positioning himself between her legs so he could get a good look at her.

Jolie was pink and wet and gorgeous, one of the most beautiful he’s seen. It took him no time at all to slip one finger inside of her.

Jolie felt as if she was about to die, of course that’s dramatic, as Harry spread her open and studied her beautiful pussy. She always kept it groomed but that wasn’t in case she got laid, it was because it made her feel better about herself. Although, she’d never admit to spending a little extra time shaving for tonight.

Her head falls back as a finger slips inside of her and she arches her back a bit. Jolie is tight, extremely tight, and her pussy fits around Harry’s finger, hopefully it will be able to stretch around his dick.

“You’re so tight…” He says in awe, slowly thrusting his finger inside of her. Harry had to hold in a loud groan as he imagined how she would feel on his cock as he thrusted inside of her.

He kissed up her stomach and up to her mouth, slipping his tongue in her mouth as he inserted a second finger inside of her.

Jolie welcomes his mouth, moaning into the kiss. Her toes curl and she grips onto his hair as he kisses her while curling his fingers inside of her. It feels so good to her. So damn good.

“Feels…so…amazing…oh god,” she breathes, spreading her legs farther apart so he has more access.

Fingers thrusted slow and steady, making her feel his thick and long fingers to get her ready for what very well could be the best sex of their lives.

“Do you think you’re ready, angel? Do you want me to fuck you? Mm, push myself inside of you and fuck you nice and slow and deep?”

She nods quickly, her brows furrowed as she was just concentrating on watching his fingers.

“Y-Yeah, baby…please…” She whimpers, gasping softly. She wants H to destroy her, maybe…she doesn’t know just how destructive his penis can be.

Harry slowly took out his fingers, looking her in the eye as he raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking off her wetness.

A soft hum left his mouth at the taste, her tasting a delicious salty but mostly sweet. He couldn’t wait to bury his tongue in her one day…

But now it was time to finally do what he had been dreaming of for months. Carefully he took his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, collecting the right amount of wetness.

“Do you want it baby?” He whispered teasingly into her ear, but mostly to make sure she really was ready.

Jolie had never seen anything more erotic in her whole life as Harry slides his fingers into his mouth and gently sucks, his eyes burning into hers. It’s killing her that he’s not inside of her yet.

Jolie inhales slowly as Harry rubs his tip up and down her slit, very slowly. She nods, looking up into his eyes.

“I-I want it. I want /you/…” She trails off, “please,” begging, she gives him pleading eyes.

That’s all it took for Harry to sink into her.

A long, loud moan left his mouth as her tight walls surrounded him. She was tight, and wet, and Harry had never felt something so amazing.

“Oh my god baby, you’re so tight.” He whispered into her ear. He was hovering over her, face scrunched in pleasure before he opened his eyes to look down at her.

She didn’t even fully comprehend what was happening. It was too good to be true. She, Jolie, one of the most underrated girls on campus, was having sex. With someone she really liked; someone who multiple girls swooned over. She knew they made up fantasies about him in their head, however.

“I-It feels so good,” she breathes, moving her hands to grip onto his arms as she wraps her legs around his waist.

The long legs around his waist motioned for him to move, which he happily did.

Slow, languid thrusts started as he buried his face into her neck as he fucked her, the legs around him tightening as she wanted him deeper.

“That’s my girl, you’re taking me so well. Fuck, your pussy feels so good.” The groans were a bit muffled against her skin but Harry was a sucker for dirty talks, and once he got in the mood it was almost like he couldn’t stop.

At first it was definitely uncomfortable just because of how damn big Harry is, but it’s starting to turn into just pleasure and all pleasure as her legs stay wrapped around his waist.

“Oh god…feels so good. And your mouth…it’s so dirty,” she whimpers, moving her head up to get a glance down and to watch his dick entering in and out of her.

“Mm, you like that baby?” He smirked as he began to thrust a bit faster into her. She felt fucking amazing and Harry wasn’t sure how he had gotten this lucky.

“You like my dirty mouth when I tell you how much I like to fuck you? Well I do baby, you’re already making me feel so….fuck, so good.”

“Uh huh baby, I fucking love it,” Jolie curses, her pussy beginning to tighten around Harry’s cock. It feels so good, she doesn’t know how she’s never experienced anything like this before. She never knew sex could be /this/ good.

Harry gets a particularly good angle inside of Jolie, making her grip onto his shoulders and cry out, “FUCK! Yeah, right there baby…r-Right there…”

A hiss spilled out of his gritted teeth, jaw clenched as he fucked her at the new angle. Nails digging into his shoulders and her head tipped back in pleasure, this was something Harry could definitely get used to.

“Is that your spot baby?” He smirked, moving his hips faster. “I love fucking you, best I’ve ever had.” He grunted.

Jolie looked beautiful underneath him. A light sheen of sweat, swollen lips and dark lustful eyes looked back at him. Absolutely stunning.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you drive me crazy… I’ve been dreaming about this for months. To hold you, to kiss you, to touch you… To make you cum.” He whispered into her ear, nipping her earlobe

Jolie felt a wave of confidence spill over her as Harry confessed that she was his best. She surely wasn’t expecting that, but she was definitely extremely flattered by it.

So many thoughts were racing through her mind, but all she wanted to focus on was Harry’s dirty words and the way his muscles were flexed, the way he was hitting her G spot perfectly.

“Pound that shit, right there baby. You’ve got it…” She pants, her pussy clenching around him even harder

Those words released Harry’s restraint, finally beginning to truly slam into her.

“Yes baby girl, such a tight little cunt.” He growled as his cock pounded into her. Jolie’s hba moved to his hair and began to tug harshly on his hair, one of his biggest turn ons.

“Oh my- shit, just fucking like that! Pull my hair while I fuck you nice and hard, Jolie… Come on.”

Jolie continues tugging at his hair and attaches her mouth to his, moaning into it as she sloppily kisses him. Their tongues collide, her toes curl as her pussy clenches around him still.

Harry repeatedly hitting the sponginess of her G spot made her body feel like it was about to explode. No man had ever found it before Harry, she’s never had an orgasm during intercourse.

“Fucking hell…I-I’m gonna cum,” she pants, pulling her mouth away and rolling her head back, crying out as she spills over the edge.

The beauty that was Jolie when she came was far beyond what Harry could have ever imagined. The noises, soft whimpers and then broken moan, the shape of her lips as the sounds came out, her messed up Hair, flushed cheeks and scrunched eyes all made it a bit too muchZ

Harry had been holding on, knowing he wasn’t going to last long. So when Jolie came around him, he wasn’t far behind. “I’m gonna, I’m-” he whimpered before the long broken moan of her name came out. “Jolie! Oh- FUCK!”

Cumming hard, deep inside of her, his hips stuttered as he fucked them through their orgasms. As soon as they calmed, Harry collapsed on top of her.

“Holy… Shit…”

That was easily the most intense orgasm Jolie had ever experienced in her life, and during intercourse too. Her chest rises and falls, matching his as his sweaty naked body rests on top of her petite one.

She closes her eyes briefly, humming as she allows herself to bask in the incredible, sated feeling after her orgasm. Her pussy is still tingling a bit and she’s on cloud nine.

“Yeah, holy shit is right…” She trails off, humming softly. She wishes she could stay like this forever…

Maybe she can spend the night?

Harry was on cloud nine, laying on top of the girl he’s half in love with after finally getting to touch her the way he had been wishing to.

After a few minutes the stickiness got a bit uncomfortable. “Do you want to go shower and maybe like… Stay over?” He asked nervously.

“You don’t have to, but like, I figured it’s late and you can wear one of my shirts, and I… I’d really like to hold you.”

Jolie was so pleased to hear the invitation. She really was hoping that he’d ask her, and now that he has…it’s even more like heaven.

“Yeah, I’d absolutely love that…” She says softly, moving her hand up to play with his hair. She loves him, and his sexy curly hair so, so much.

“You make me so, so happy…” She admits, “and you make me cum like never before,” she adds with a giggle, her nose crinkling up.

“You make me so happy as well, darling girl.” He said softly, looking up at her with a gentle smile.

“It’s weird because I imagined this a million times but I never in a million years thought it would actually happen… Look at that.”

Harry was absolutely elated, and couldn’t wait to get to know her. He knew this was more than just one night, their connection was too intense already to try to drop.

“So about that shower?”


Jolie’s feelings for him only grew with each minute that ticked by. She feared she’d fall too hard for him and get hurt. Artists, and Aquarians for that matter, liked their own space and disliked clingy people, liked to do their own thing. Also, Harry can get any girl he wants, as see in class. What if he eventually gets bored with her?

His husky voice snaps her out of her thoughts and she nods, “yeah, of course. This stickiness is starting to get to me,” she laughs softly, getting up with him and holding his hand.

He could tell the change in her emotions as they got into the shower. She seemed to be thinking a lot as they soaked themselves under the water.

“Babe, are you okay?” His voice laced with concern. “You aren’t… You aren’t regretting it, right?” The nerves built up in his stomach

Jolie was saddened to hear Harry’s assumption. Why would she regret it?

“No, no baby,” she promises, wrapping her arms around his bare torso as she looked up to him. Harry was several inches taller than Jolie, so she had to look up to him.

“It was the best thing I’ve ever done. And definitely the best sex I’ve ever had, with the most incredible guy…” She trails off, smiling gently before kissing his chin

A rush of relief could probably be felt throughout the room. His hands grasped her and smiled down as she kissed at his chin, making him chuckle and lean down so she could get at his lips.

“Sorry I just… I really like you? And I know that’s a bit weird to say but.. I want to make sure you’re comfortable and happy hanging out with me.”

All he wanted truthfully, was her. Even only after getting to know her for 2 days, he felt closer to her than anyone else.

“How is that weird to say?” She questions, looking up into his eyes as they hold each other. The warm water feels incredible on both of their skin, but they can’t just stand here forever, or else the heat will fade away.

“You’re very special to me, Harry. I know it’s not been very long but you make me feel so happy and confident, how a man should make a woman feel. I /really/ like you,” she admits.

A bright smile grew on his face and he leaned down to kiss her yet again. “Mm, I’m glad sweetheart. I really like you.”

The continued to shower, slowly washing each other’s bodies with shy giggles and occasional kisses. Harry’s shower gel smelled spicy and he strangely liked it on her.

His mind was almost spinning with inspiration, and he knew she was going to draw this sight eventually. Her body was gorgeous. She had the ocassionsl stretch mark and scar, but those made her even more beautiful. Even more real.

Jolie was using Harry’s men’s body wash, but it made her happy to see that he had no women’s things in here because that tells her he rarely has anyone else, or girl, stay over and have to take a shower. It was like a definite note that he doesn’t have sex with anyone else very often, or at least stays the night with them.

She cleans off her body, getting into her privates before they take turns under the water for shampooing.

“I can’t wait to spend the night with you. I really like you as well,” she grins.

Harry couldn’t wait to cuddle and wake up with someone, more specifically Jolie, in his arms. He had never had someone stay over at his house and sleep in his bed, and he always felt a bit lonely.

Once they were showered and dried, towels wrapped around them, Harry threw Jolie one of his shirt to put on while he just put on a pair of loose sweats, and hopped into bed.

“C'mere babe.”

Jolie was more than Happy to star one of Harry’s shirts to bed. She grins, climbing into his bed before she lies next to him, cuddling into him.

Their legs and feet tangle together as she rubs her hand gently up and down his arm.

“You’re so handsome…” She hums, studying his features. She feels like the luckiest girl.

Jolie was more than Happy to star one of Harry’s shirts to bed. She grins, climbing into his bed before she lies next to him, cuddling into him.

Their legs and feet tangle together as she rubs her hand gently up and down his arm.

“You’re so handsome…” She hums, studying his features. She feels like the luckiest girl.

“Why thank you, pretty lady.” He cooed and bopped her nose playfully. It still felt surreal to have her right in his arms, tucked into his side.

“You though, are so much more beautiful than you, or I, can even comprehend.”

Jolie silences him with a slow kiss on the lips, humming as she moves her hand up to cup his cheek. She had incredible sex with this gorgeous man, and now she can’t stop kissing him. She loves this.

She runs her foot slowly up and down his leg, to remind herself that his legs are there; that he’s there, even though their lips are touching.

“Your lips are so soft,” she hums, pecking them slowly again and again

A soft smile formed on his lips as they kissed, her compliments reminding him that yes, this is really, truly happening.

“Yours are perfect. It took me a while to perfect the shape, they’re beautiful and plump and the shade of pink isn’t a color that comes in a tube of paint, I have to mix it.” Harry whispered as his thumb gently rubbed against her bottom lip.

Her breath hitched, she was in a trance. Under his spell, but she didn’t mind. It felt amazing. Her eyes closed briefly at the faint feeling of his thumb rubbing against her plump bottom lip.

“I think it’s incredible, what you do. It’s the most romantic thing ever. It’s…it’s something out of my journal, where I write about love. What love should really be like. And if it was in my journal, it would be my greatest piece,” she whispers.

“But…it’s not in my journal. It’s in my reality. How lucky am I?”

“I think I’m the lucky one. I’ve actually got my muse stood right in front of me, letting me touch and taste and feel every inch of you…” He whispered into her ear as they cuddled under the warm blanket.

“And you’re not just my muse anymore. It’s grown from just a crush… I can’t explain it fully, words are more your things.. But I know I will be painting this scene in many ways and people will feel almost everything we are right now… Except we’re the ones living it.”

His words were enough to make her tear up a bit. She reached out for his hand and laced their fingers together, wanting to be completely connected to him before they slept.

She felt herself falling for him. No, not just infatuation anymore. She was getting to know the real him, and she was in love with everything she was hearing, seeing, experiencing.

He could be the great love of her life. The only one. The one who is buried next to after death. She just felt something different in her bones, she wanted all of him, and was willing to pour her soul into him.

She wasn’t going to admit that she was falling in love with him, as it probably sounded like it was going too fast. And that’s the thing about falling in love. Everyone does it at his or her own pace, yet people still seem to judge by how long it takes.

“No one ever clued me in; that this is how great life could really be,” she whispers back.

He held her closer to him, nuzzling his nose against hers. This was out of his dreams, and now it was really happening.

Harry had been through a lot of shit, and to finally have a taste of true affection and happiness made his heart warm.

“Me either. How about we learn together?”

(Hello all :) this is the second part of the 'Colors’ series! This is co written with @isabelleintheam :) there will be plenty more smut and fluff in this series. Make sure to message me what you think!)

A PSA on Fanfiction

So I checked up on one of my old fanfics…

It’s 118,000 + words.


Damn, fanfiction was different in those days. It’s been 4 years. Crazy how time passes. 

The Raven’s Darling took me over eight months to write and had a beta reader for every chapter. It’s insane, looking back at it, to think about how much of my life writing fanfiction took. Sometimes, I wonder if the 200 reviews were worth it.


Then I always kick myself. It was through writing Raven’s Darling that I learned how to plot character arcs, how to write battle scenes, and how to WRITE. It was a riff on Raven’s Darling that won me an Honorable Mention in the Writer’s of the Future competition, and now four years later I submitted a very different story (which you can read if you want!). Today, I have a book finished and it’s in the hands of agents while I write (you can also read it!), and I’m starting a new novel in November. I’m 20 and studying literature and interning at a publishing house. 

Writing fanfiction turned me into the writer I am today. Learning how to write on a deadline, how to write for an audience, even how to write like a career. I updated chapters at least every three weeks - that’s crazy considering some of those chapters were 14,000 + words and every single one passed by an editor. 

Now that my fanfiction days are over (except for a few one-shots on stydia-fanfiction - WHICH IS AMAZING OK IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE STORIES ON THERE GO NOW!), I feel like I can look back at that time in my life and deliver an important PSA: 

Dear Fanfic writers, 

Your writing is important. Even if sometimes it feels like it’s taking too much of your time, even if you aren’t getting any reviews, even if sometimes you question why you even bother, know that the writing that you do now will shape the writing you do in the future. Every word, every turn of phrase, every paragraph, it will make you better. I know a one-shot sex scene between a crack-ship might not seem like it has long term benefits, but even taking the time to write that out and publish it will start you down the path towards developing your taste, your style, and your writer’s grace that makes you unique from anyone else. Whether you’re a prolific writer with many fics, a writer like me with only one insane fanfic, or just beginning with a few one-shots, you are a writer. Embrace that. Reviews seem so important in the moment, but in the end you are writing for you, and someday you will be your greatest critic, but also your greatest champion. 

Dear Fanfic readers, 

Take the time to review fanfics. I just read over the old reviews for Raven’s Darling and it’s amazing how encouraging and wonderful they were, but more importantly it’s eye-opening to see how much I learned from them. Just writing a “great” or a “nice” can show a writer where they are getting it right, where they are getting it wrong, and how to raise the bar where it should be. It’ll only take you a few minutes, but your words will shape that writer for years to come - I know they did in my case. 

Writers writing fanfiction may remain in fanfiction, but still others will move on to write original work, publish short stories, maybe even publish novels. And when those books are on the shelves and create fandoms of their own, you’ll know where it all started - late one night, when a student should have been doing homework but then they had an idea, a spark, a moment in their mind that made them put words to paper. It could have been something silly, something sad, something wonderful, but it started on this website and it created a writer. 

Watch. Read. Write. Repeat. I’ll be looking forward to shipping your characters. 

Peace. Love. *Salutes*. 

-Zane (who was once ladywarlock)

anonymous asked:

Alyanette? It was only supposed to be one time?

Thank you for the prompt! This is actually the first time when I’m writing Alyanette so I hope I did it well.

Alya had a great problem with concentrating on awfully boring projects. Like the one she and Marinette had to do for French literature right now. They had Les Misérables out of all the damn things. Seriously, it wasn’t getting any more boring than that. The project implied a creative way to summarize the book you were assigned. Alya thought getting a baguette and sticking a mini French flag on top would be a perfectly fine summary. But her sweet, insanely creative Marinette came with a great plan for a huge poster that actually had hidden sections in it, which unfolded along with the summary. This girl was a genius. And she was really cute, especially when she was sticking her tongue out in concentration. Alya looked at her own share of work, which mostly consisted of the writing parts and sighed. Laying on her back, she side glanced at Marinette. She had her hair in a messy bun and a few strands fell alongside her face. Damn, she was so beautiful, so…

“Do I have something on my face?” Marinette asked turning to her. Given Alya’s confused look, Marinette explained. “You kept staring at my face for a while now.”

“Oh, it isn’t anything important.” Alya shrugged, then rolled on her side, propping herself on her elbow. “Hey, Mari?”

Marinette put her pencil down again and turned her attention to Alya.

“Do you think I’m a good kisser?” Alya wanted to slap herself for saying that. How even was Marinette supposed to answer that, given they never kissed no matter how much Alya would have liked that.

But to her surprise, Marinette got a wicked grin on her face before leaning forward and capturing her lips. Alya needed a second to get past the shock, but once she did she reciprocated the kiss immediately. Her hand slipped over Marinette’s shoulder and behind her neck, pulling her closer. Alya could feel her smile before Marinette began to suck on her bottom lip gently. Not wanting to be outdone, Alya slipped her tongue inside Marinette’s mouth deepening the kiss. She always expected Marinette to taste sweet and she wasn’t disappointed. Maybe it was strawberry macarons or maybe it was just Marinette’s chapstick. Either way, Alya discovered a whole new level of enjoyment in kissing.

When they finally pulled apart, breathing unevenly Marinette smiled down at her. “Yeah, I’d say you are a good kisser.”

It was only supposed to be one time. That’s what they both thought. You could guess that went down the Seine. If not after the second kiss, then maybe after the third. Or the tenth. Honestly, when they reached fifty-seven they just gave up on counting altogether. Right now they were supposed to work on homework, but they postponed that for kiss number who the fuck counts anymore.

Alya was sitting comfortably on Marinette’s chase lounge and enjoying some really nice neck kisses with Marinette comfortably settled in her lap.

“This is a cute bra.” Alya tilted her head, allowing Marinette more access to her shoulder. “I really love the lace details.” slipping the blue material off, she began to press open-mouthed kisses on her shoulder and up her neck.

“Hey, Mari.” Alya interrupted in a soft whisper. Marinette stopped her ministrations to look at Alya, tilting her head curiously. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

She giggled. “Do you still have to ask?” She bumped their noses together in an eskimo kiss. “Of course I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Alya wrapped her hands around Marinette’s waist, pulling her into a kiss and managing to make both of them fall over in a fit of giggles.