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Adore You by @isthatyoularry​; 66k, read on ao3

Summary: “We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

riveraesthetics  asked:

Hi there! I just got tumblr but I've been reading your stories for a while, and your writing is so beautiful! Your stories are fantastic, and I'm so happy I finally get to tell you. Your songs are amazing too!

Oh my god that’s so awesome! You are so lovely! Thankyou so Much! I really appreciate that. Thankyou for being so supportive and sweet!

My First - Namjin Fanfiction

(If you want to read further chapters, my wattpad is @ Nam2ToTheJin)


“He has so much beauty he makes me feel like a rotten potato.” Jin said to myself as he stared at his new lock screen. Which was a picture of Namjoon, or better known as Rap Monster. “And it’s weird saying that since I’m soooooo handsome.” Minutes later he got bored so he decided to turn on the TV.

“This just in. Rap Monster announced that he is taking a break from his singing career and going back to school. Bangtan University you’re up for a one hell of a ride.”

Jin turned off the TV and quickly called Jungkook.

“Did you know Namjoon was coming to our school? How can you not tell me. You know I’m a huge fan and yet you decided to keep quite. You little son of a bi-”

“Oh hyung you found out… I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you were gonna be like this. ” Jungkook cut me off.

“What did I tell you about cutting me off. ”

“But I did it for a good cause ”

“Which is?”

“You were gonna cursed around a cute innocent child.”

“As if you don’t curse. Anyway do you know if he’s coming tomorrow or..?”

“Hyung you’re so stupid. Tomorrow is Sunday. But unless we don’t have school tomorrow, I’m sure he’s coming on Monday.”

“Omg I can’t. This is the first time I wanted Monday to come fast.”

“Ugh, just wait two more days. Hey I gotta go, I’ll call you later alright.” Before Jin had a chance to speak Jungkook hung up.

Jin groaned and decided to make some food to make the time fly. Then maybe afterwards he could go cuddle himself in his bed and read some of Namjoon fanfictions.

* * *
It’s Monday already and Jin is screaming with joy. Well on the inside. On the outside he wants to look calm and relax when he bumps into his husband- I mean new classmate.

I’m just going to introduce myself, welcome him to the new school, and then ask him if he can fuck me for hours’, Jin though to himself.

Jin made his way to school and then waited for Jungkook to arrive.

‘What if shows up unexpectedly? What if he changed his mind and decided not to come? What if he already passed by and I didn’t get the chance to greet him? What if we don’t have any classes together? What if he deci-’ my thoughts were once again cut of by screams. Which came from Jungkook.

“Ahhh why you gotta scare me like that?” Jin glared at Jungkook, who smiled at him.

“Huyng why are you here early? You’re usually late to first peri- oh because of Kim Namjoon!”

“Yes because of him.” Jin blushed.

“Hyung You’re so needy.” Jungkook laughed teasing the older boy. Jin glared and started walking away from him.

The younger boy continued laughing.

It was now lunch time and Jin was getting worry because so far he doesn’t have any classes with the famous rapper.

There’s only three more classes left,’ Jin though to himself.

Jin was walking down the hallway on his phone texting Jungkook when he came in contact with another person. “I’m so sorry,” said the stranger.

Jin looked up and met with a familiar pair of dark eyes. He felt his knees go week and his palms started to sweat. He was so nervous that he replied Namjoon’s comment by saying, saranghae”.

Namjoon’s small frown from before turned into a wide grin. His morning at the new school has been painful. Girls are constantly throwing themselves at him and guys are pretending to be his friend so that they can get popular. He’s around fake people all the time but it still hurts to be used by others.

Now a cute blond hair boy is standing in front of him. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “At least let me buy you dinner first.” Namjoon flirted. The stranger’s face turned into a a shade a pink.

“I-I… Y-yo-you… What?” Jin wasn’t expecting this at all.

The mint hair rapper laughed at the stranger’s cuteness. “I’m Namjoon.” Namjoon held his hand out as he introduce himself.

“I’m Kim Seokjin but you can call me Jin, everyone else does.” He said with a bright smile as he shook my hand.

'Such a pretty name’, Namjoon thought. “Where are you heading?” Namjoon decided to ask.

“Oh, I’m headi-”

“Hyung let’s go.” Jimin interrupted. Jin’s wide grin turned into a small frown.

“I didn’t know you were busy. I’m sorry. I’ll just go.” He left. Namjoon wanted to stop him from walking away. Or follow him. But he didn’t. Instead he faced Jimin with a cold stare.

“What the fuck was that?” Namjoon yelled at his small friend.

“Why you getting mad. It was so obvious Jin was gonna use you. You should be thanking me for saving your life.” Jimin rolled his eyes at the older’s attitude.

Jimin was jealous. No, he doesn’t have a crush on him but he feels like Namjoon is gonna choose Jin over him. They been friends since Jimin was in diapers and Namjoon was two years old.

“Let’s just go.”

Namjoon couldn’t stop thinking about Jin. 'He was beautiful’, the though kept coming up. Namjoon knew his sexuality well, he was gay.

You don’t fall in love with someone genitals, you fall in love with their character.

Now Namjoon couldn’t stop day-dreaming about Jin for the rest of the day and it kept him up at night too.


the duality of man
  • Me: I love homestuck so much, it is so good, it is a wonderful thing, I'm so glad I decided to read it, I'm so glad it's 4/13, I'm so happy that this beautiful work of art is in my life.
  • Also Me: Ah, yes. One year since Andrew "fucking" Hussie came into my house and personally kicked me in the nads.

As someone who saw the movie, I can confirm LeFou is not stereotyped or abused or ridiculed in regards to his sexuality and SPOILERS he does get a happy ending. The whole theater clapped and cheered in response to the scene that has been discussed. So please don’t shit on Disney or the director for this, I was very pleasantly surprised.


if my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
if my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
if my love were a star-
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.

Because,” said Thor, “when something goes wrong, the first thing I always think is, it is Loki’s fault. It saves a lot of time.
—  Norse Mythology, by Neil Gaiman

Hey, it’s me again, subverting your favorite tropes,

So we all know Yuuri Katsuki would be the kind of person who wouldn’t tell you he didn’t like mushrooms and would let you feed him mushrooms three meals a day rather than actually let the words “I don’t like mushrooms” emerge from his mouth

Because Anxiety™ am I right folks

But here we can flip this on its head.

Yuuri loves mushrooms.

Mushrooms are Yuuri’s favorite part of any given dish, which is why he separates them out from the rest usually and eats them last. That’s some excellent fungus right there.

Along comes Viktor Nikiforov, he of the lust-inspiring good looks and astoundingly poor social intuition. He watches the Love of His Life pick the mushrooms meticulously out of his dish and says, “Are you going to eat those?”

Yuuri Katsuki is still in a state of complete and utter stupor at this point, because within the last week two discrete–not discreet, mind you, which they are the opposite of–Russians have arrived uninvited to his fucking house, ingratiated themselves to his family an are currently dismantling the very threads of his existence. One of these Russians is his longtime crush (who is currently occupying most of his time lounging around in a provocative manner all but holding a sign over his crotch that reads Reserved seat for Yuuri Katsuki but Yuuri is a little bit feelings-blind so he’s reading it as Look how beautiful and untouchable I am! If you stare at me too long I will literally scar you like the sun and also I CAN HEAR EVERY THOUGHT ABOUT ME YOU’VE HAD SINCE AGE TWELVE! I’M DISGUSTED!) and the other is the actual inspiration for the My Chemical Romance song Teenagers.

So Yuuri can’t quite be blamed for saying no when Viktor Nikiforov asks him if he’s going to eat his favorite part of the dish.

“I’ll take them, then,” Viktor says, and picks them off his plate.

HOW ROMANTIC, Viktor’s brain screams.

Thus begins Yuuri’s mushroomless existence. Viktor loves Yuuri and wants him to Be Happy Always, and so makes a point to ensure that a mushroom never even so much as winks at his fiance ever again. He doesn’t put them in food and always ensures that, if he’s ordering something for Yuuri, it’s without mushrooms. When a dish shows up with mushrooms in it, Viktor deftly picks them out.

“Excuse me, my husband does not like mushrooms,” Viktor says so often that it could be his catchphrase, or perhaps a nickname. Viktor “My Husband Does Not Like Mushrooms” Nikiforov.

This continues until they return to Hasetsu for a visit and Yuuri’s entire family watches as Viktor picks every mushroom off Yuuri’s plate.

It’s a dish with a lot of mushrooms in it.

“You must really like mushrooms,” Mari says to Viktor.

“Oh, not particularly,” Viktor says, picking away. “But Yuuri hates them, so.”

“Oh no,” Yuuri whispers.

“Um,” says Mari.

“That’s funny!” says Hiroko, smiling and leaning her head on her hand. “Yuuri used to love mushrooms! He stole them while I was chopping them.”

“Wow that’s weird,” Viktor says.

“Yeah,” Yuuri mumbles. “Haha, weird. Yeah, weird.”

Viktor slowly turns his head. His plate is now Mount Mushroom. “Kitten,” he says slowly.

“Ahhhh,” Yuuri whimpers.

“Do we need to have that conversation about communication again?” Viktor asks.

“AHHHHH.” Yuuri attempts to crawl under the table.

The answer, for the record, is yes. They’ve had this conversation fourteen times since Barcelona.

“Why am I like this,” Yuuri whispers to himself later that night. Viktor kisses his shoulder and, when they get back to Russia, makes him a pot of Stroganoff that is roughly 89% mushrooms.

  • Tom: and this alleged affair with Belle has been going on for...?
  • Gaston: Two years.
  • Tom: and your first name is...?
  • Gaston: Gaston.
  • Tom: and your boyfriend's name is...?
  • Gaston: Lefou... I'm sorry, I misunderstand! You say 'boyfriend', I thought you say 'best friend'! Lefou is my <b> best friend</b>
  • Lefou: You bastard! You lying bastard!

It’s no small feat.
It took a leader hiding pain and exhaustion under a careless laugh, an artist brimming with inspiration despite his tears, a friend with a big heart and warm hands to take away the difficult times; a dreamer with ambition and hope to inspire confidence, and an intelligent soul with the wisdom to make the tough decisions in a midst of awe and confusion, to paint this canvas. Here is to five incredible men who work so hard to fill the voids in our hearts with holes in their own. Here is to five brave men who stand to fight the odds again. Here is to Highlight. 

It really is still beautiful.