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The Reader and the Writer (Part 4)

Originally posted by jugheadly

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

Anon requests: Please tell me there’s going to be a part 4 to The Reader and the Writer. Its amazing!!

WHAT’S MY REAL NAME??? PART 4 4 4 4 4

THEY CALL ME Y/N, THEY CALL ME L/N THATS NOT MY NAME THATS NOT MY NAME PART FOURRRRRR PLSSSS 💜

Can you do a part four to reader and the writer?

PART 4 to reader and the writer omh it’s amazing

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A part in which we get to read what the writer has written, and we learn what happens to both the reader and the writer.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,206

A/N: ok so this is gonna be a bit choppy at first because we’re just taking glimpses of Jughead’s writing, but bear with me here. I hope you guys like this part, enjoy!


Jason’s death had been announced a week ago.  Our small town was buzzing with the news, and right when things couldn’t get any more puzzling, a new girl arrived in Riverdale.  A new mystery to be solved.

She entered Pop’s for only a minute, and I heard an unfamiliar last name.  Is she involved in Jason’s murder?  Probably not, but strangers are always a good plot twist.

Three days later, I found this mystery in my booth reading Wuthering Heights.  Normally, I would kick her out, but because of my undying curiosity, I let her stay.  Maybe with her sitting across from me, I could learn where she fits in the story of Riverdale.  I had an enigma sitting right across from me and I didn’t even know it yet.

(Y/N).  Her name is (Y/N).


It’s difficult to notice because of her constant reading, but her eyes are like stained glass, tinting the morning light in a church.

She has a new book almost every day.  Today it was Emma

We haven’t spoken in three days.  She’s here, I’m here, but we haven’t spoken.  Although I crave to hear her voice, somehow I’m satisfied by this comforting silence.


Today it was To Kill a Mockingbird.  She asked if I read it, to which I replied yes.  I thought she’d begin a discussion, talk about the ghosts that occupied the small southern town, or the unjust prejudice people carry.  Instead, she smiled, nodded, and turned back to her book.

“Good,” she muttered under her breath.  I smiled.


What makes a person do foolish things?  Is it because of the flawed spontaneity of humans?  Or is it because maybe they were trying to impress someone?  I read A Tale of Two Cities last night.  As I read through the dull writing, I asked myself why I was reading literature that did not interest me.  I could not answer my own questions; all I know is that the next night in Pop’s, I subtly quoted the book during a conversation with (Y/N).  She was smiling for the rest of the night, and so was I.


I tried to tell her about my book.  She started talking about The English Patient.


When two worlds collide, do you praise the workers of fate for taking two dearly loved universes and combining them into one, or do you curse the forces of nature for creating such an impact?  Betty and Veronica met (Y/N), and a week later, so did Archie.


She was reading Macbeth that night. Our silence was comforting, but I wanted to talk to her more. I offered for her to help me with my book.  I wanted her to be a part of something that was important to me.  She refused and stormed out of the diner.  I didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time I saw (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in that light ever again.

After extensive research, I came to a shocking conclusion: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is not a girl living in Riverdale in the 21st century. She is a writer from the 1700s, with four published works.  She is not the girl who has been sitting across from me in my booth for months.


One day after the truth: she isn’t here.  I called her, but she didn’t pick up.

Two days after our argument: I am in this booth alone.  I called her again.

Three days after she was reading Macbeth: she probably finished the book by now, but I wouldn’t know.  She isn’t here, and she still isn’t answering her phone.

It’s been a week.  She hasn’t returned, and my calls always go to voicemail.

Two weeks: Archie asked what’s wrong with me.  I said nothing, but my eyes didn’t leave the entrance of the diner. She didn’t come.

Three weeks later and Veronica and Betty checked on me.  They blabbered about what could be wrong, why I was brooding more than usual.  I didn’t reply, but my head perked up when they mentioned (Y/N).  They noticed.


She’s here.

She was born in Riverdale.

And so, a little light shined on the dark mystery of Riverdale’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) like the calm before the storm.  The writer becomes the reader, the reader becomes the read. I found myself hooked on her just from a little information, like a drug addict craving his fix.  New girls can never hide in a small town like Riverdale, but God, I knew (Y/N), in all her enigmatic splendor, would lurk in the shadows of this town for as long as she possibly could.

As soon as she walked out of Pop’s that night, I told myself she would never return.  I told myself that she would probably leave Riverdale for good, and it’d be all because of me.  But lo and behold, 24 hours later, a familiar face entered my booth.

What is her name?

We haven’t spoken in two weeks; she’s still here, but we don’t talk.  Her real name remains a mystery to me.


A name. Everything is given a name, but a name does not define anything.  We call the number two so that we can define a value, but we could call two a horse and it would still have the same value.  I refer to (Y/N) as (Y/N), because that is the girl who sat across my booth.  That is the girl who I spent months developing a relationship with, and that is the girl I grew to love.

She told me her real name.  She said it with tears blurring her vision and a trembling lip, and when she choked it out I moved next to her and held her as she cried.  I enveloped her in a hug and I held her as all the sadness that she carried with her spilled out, and once it was all out of her system I wiped away her tears.  I kept holding her.  With a shaky voice she asked me why I was still there, why hadn’t I left?  I replied that I could never leave her. After all, I called her every night she was gone.

Then I told her I love her.

And she smiled, because I think deep down she knew.  She kissed me so softly, it felt like my lips were brushing up against flower petals.  I knew that was her way of telling me she loves me too.  We broke apart and I stared into her stained-glass eyes, and I remembered how it felt looking into them for the first time.  But this time was different.  Because now I knew the story behind those eyes, now I knew what those eyes have seen, and now I knew what emotions those eyes hid.

Now I know.

I whispered in her ear, my lips barely brushing against her skin, and told her I would call her by the name I knew her by.  I would call her (Y/N) (Y/L/N) because that is the girl I fell in love with, and that is the girl I want to continue to love.  She was no longer the enigma sitting across from me, nor was she the strange new girl in Riverdale.

Her name is (Y/N), and she is the girl I love.

How to Steal: Good Writers Borrow

Originally posted by slytherin-bookworm-guy

Good writers borrow. Great writers steal. -T.S. Eliot *

This is great writing advice, but many people are wary about following it because they misunderstand what the terms “borrowing” and “stealing” mean in this context. 

I’m here to clarify. 

Borrowing is using something of someone else’s. Stealing is making something your own. 

This advice means two things:

1. Don’t be afraid of reusing elements from books you love.

I’ve spoken before about stealing in How to Steal: Know Your Tropes. When you see story elements** in a book you love, don’t think that they’re now off-limits to you forever. Just because you love The Great Gatsby and it’s set in 1920s New York doesn’t mean that you can now never write a story set in 1920s New York. Just because you love I Capture the Castle and it’s written as the protagonist’s journal, doesn’t mean you can never write a novel that takes the form of the protagonist’s journal. Just because Scooby-Doo… you get my point by now, don’t you? 

Take note of what you love in other stories.*** Remember those elements–the plot twists, character arcs, tropes, settings, etc.–and then use them to write a story full of things you love. 

2. Make the things you steal your own.

Borrowing, in this definition, would be writing about a 1920s bootlegger in love with the girl across the way, trying desperately to impress her with his wealth. You’re stealing from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby… and making it no less F. Scott Fitzgerald’s story. 

This example steals too much from one place. It’s too timid in it’s approach. it’s too afraid to take anything from the story, so it keeps everything the same. Anything that tries to be like Gatsby, but better is destined to fail. (Maybe a little like Gatsby himself. Just throw a bigger party, old sport! That’ll do the trick!) 

The key to stealing is stealing from multiple things at once until it looks like your very own thing. Stealing is writing a novel about a gang of mystery solving teenagers in 1920s New York, told in the form of a journal the group takes turns writing in. (Because we’re going to add a splash of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants here.) 

Stealing is saying: these story elements are mine now and I’m going to use them the way I like, combined with my interests. And you know what? By stealing bits and pieces from all of the things you love, you’re creating something unique and new and wonderful

So go out there. And steal. Never borrow. 

*****

*This is commonly attributed to him at least. The internet tells me he definitely said something close to it. 

**Obviously, this doesn’t apply to the words themselves. Never steal somebody else’s words. Basically everything else is up for grabs, though. 

***You’re not limited to stealing from books. Steal from movies. From TV shows. From plays. From epic poetry. From that anecdote your neighbor told you last week. 

Information I learned from the Rick Riordan Hammer of Thor book tour

• The Trials of Apollo series will be at least 5 books

• The Magnus Chase series will be at least 3 books

• We will get to meet Percy’s little sister at one point in the Trials of Apollo series

• He had no control over the Percy Jackson movies whatsoever

• There will be a PJO coloring book released in August 2017

• There will be a book called Camp Half Blood Confidential released in May 2017. This book will be about life at camp

• He said he encourages fan art and fan videos

• He said if you write fanfiction to go for it but he does not read it

• He said probably his two favorite characters to write from are Sadie Kane and Apollo

• Someone asked if liked Anubis or Walt better with Sadie and he said both

• He said that by the end of The Hammer of Thor half of us are going to want the next book and half of us are going to want to kill him

• There will be new characters in The Hammer of Thor

• He will always write for the middle grade age group but he loves it when older people keep reading the books as well

The Fourth Musketeer (Part 2)

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Part one here

Requests: I just read The Fourth Musketeer and I’m in love! Will you release the next part soon? I can’t wait ❤❤❤

Can u please do a part 2 of “the four musketeer” please?

I know requests are closed and so please don’t even rush with this request like honestly take however long you want to, but I actually need a 2nd part of ‘the fourth musketeer’ your writing is so amazing!

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Veronica has become invested in (Y/N)’s story, and so she seeks out those who knew her.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,437

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow@thatspidernamedmeagan @isabellarose5150

A/N: I have been having so much fun writing this series, hope you guys enjoy this part!


“(Y/N)” was the only word that came out of Veronica’s mouth as she sat down at the lunch table. Jughead, Betty, and Kevin’s heads all snapped up.

“How do you know about (Y/N)?” Kevin questioned.  Veronica shrugged.

“Archie was kind of having a meltdown at Jughead’s party,” she answered.  Betty and Jughead shared a concerned look.

“God, what happened?” Betty asked.

“He was screaming her name when I came up,” Veronica explained.  "He babbled on about how much he loved her and that he should’ve told her and that he kissed her.“

“Wait, he kissed her?” Kevin interrupted, his eyes doubling in size.  He glanced over at Jughead and Betty who appeared to be just as shocked as he was.

“You didn’t know?” Veronica’s eyes widened.

“No,” Jughead muttered, shaking his head.  "He never told us.“

“We always knew they had a thing for each other,” Kevin elaborated.  "But we never knew that something actually happened between them.“

"When did she move?”

“Two years ago,” Jughead answered.  "The summer before eighth grade.“

"There was this dance,” Betty reminisced, “in the fall of our eighth grade year.”

“Archie was gonna ask (Y/N),” Jughead frowned.  "He was preparing himself ever since he first heard about the dance.“

"And he never got the chance,” Kevin sighed.

“Do you know why she moved?” Veronica inquired.  The rest of her table shrugged.

“Probably her dad,” Betty replied.  "He was a really intense lawyer, and he got relocated to some big city firm.“

”(Y/N) was gonna try and stay with the Andrews,“ said Jughead.  "They were more than willing to take her in, too. But-”

“But, of course, her parents wanted her to go with them,” Veronica finished.  Jughead grimly nodded.  "So two whole years, and Archie still isn’t over this girl?“

"Well the thing is,” Betty grimaced, “he never coped well with her leaving.  After (Y/N) left he was… strange.  He practically denied her existence.”

“Seriously?”

"Yeah,” Kevin chimed in.  "He never talked about her or anything.  It was pretty frightening, actually.  It seemed like he had completely forgotten about her.“

"And if you’re wondering why Archie can’t get over her,” Jughead answered Veronica’s unasked question, “it’s because he was always in love with her.”

“Yeah, he told me that,” she mumbled.

“I don’t think you understand though,” he said.  "They were both so in love.  They were always there for each other, caring for each other.  When Archie’s parents were fighting, (Y/N) was there; whenever (Y/N)’s dog died, Archie was there.  You couldn’t find one without the other.  Betty and I were also good friends with them, but those two?  They were inseparable.“


Maybe it was Veronica’s fascination with dramatic love stories; maybe it was her desire for an explanation as to why Archie didn’t return her feelings for him.  Either way, she found herself searching for more information about (Y/N).  That was how she ended up at the Andrews household.  Archie wasn’t home.

”(Y/N)?“ Fred Andrews repeated, holding a beer as he sat across from Veronica.  "I haven’t heard that name in a while.”

“I, on the contrary, have been hearing her name quite a lot lately,” Veronica shrugged, sipping on a glass of water.  "So what happened between her and Archie?“

"Oh, I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Mr. Andrews sighed.  "It’s Archie’s tale to tell.“

"He already told me about her,” Veronica quickly explained.  "But only the happy parts.  Only the parts he wants to remember.“  Mr. Andrews exhaled and took another swig of beer.  He stared at Veronica for a moment in silence.

"Why do you want to know?” he finally asked.

“I like hearing stories,” she shrugged. “This sounds like a good book.”  Fred Andrews laughed.

“If this was a book,” he responded, “my son would’ve had a happy ending with that girl.”

“Maybe he will,” Veronica offered.  "I don’t think the story’s over yet.“  Fred’s laughter shrunk into a smile.  He cleared his throat.

"If there’s one thing you should know about (Y/N),” he started, “it’s that she is the purest soul you will ever meet.  She was kind and gentle, and she was exactly what Archie needed.”  Veronica quietly nodded, intrigued.  "I knew both her father and mother quite well.  So, of course, when our children were born around the same time, we knew we wanted them to be best friends.  A couple years later, we realized we wanted them to get married.“  Fred Andrews and Veronica both laughed.  "Sometimes in the movies you see the boy and girl resisting each other because when you’re little, it’s gross to talk to someone who’s the opposite gender.  That was never the case with Archie and (Y/N).  They were both sweet on each other.”

“That’s so cute,” Veronica cooed.

“It was,” Mr. Andrews sighed.  "I remember this one day; I think Archie was eleven at the time.  He and (Y/N) were at the park all day, as they usually were.  That night, he came running home and swung the door open.  His mouth was going at a mile per minute.  When I finally got him to slow down, he told me that he was in love with (Y/N).  He had the biggest grin on his face.“

"The day he kissed her?” Veronica clarified.  Mr. Andrews chuckled.

“Yeah.  God, it made me so happy.  I knew that he sometimes overheard his mom and I fighting, and I was worried that it would somehow affect his relationships.  That kind of stuff damages a kid, you know?  But he had stars in his eyes as he talked about (Y/N), and I don’t think I’ve seen him that happy since then.”

“I heard you offered to take her in,” Veronica changed the subject, “when she was going to move.”  Fred Andrews stiffly nodded.

“Archie’s mom and I fought a lot.  But (Y/N)’s parents?  That poor kid.  She slept over here so many times because the screaming was keeping her awake.  And the saddest part was she never cried or appeared to be sad.  She would just come in here, clutching Archie’s hand, looking up at me with big sad eyes and politely asked me to stay.  Of course, I never refused.”  Veronica frowned.  "When I heard she was moving, I was concerned about how crushed Archie was, sure, but I couldn’t bear to let (Y/N) go off on her own with her parents.  At least when she was in Riverdale, I knew she had a safe place here.  Now, I don’t know if she has one.“  He took a long swig of beer before continuing. ”(Y/N) was like a daughter to me.  Archie isn’t the only one who loved her.“

"Sounds like a special girl,” Veronica commented.  Fred nodded.

“She was.”


“Have you ever considered writing a book about this?”  Veronica sat across from Jughead in Pop’s.  He lightly glared at her, lowering his laptop lid.

“Write about what?” he snapped.  She had interrupted his writing when he was in the zone.

“(Y/N),” she answered.  Jughead shot a glance at Betty.

“You know before Jason Blossom was shot, (Y/N) and Archie were the most interesting things in Riverdale.”

“Wasn’t there a two-year gap between (Y/N) leaving and Jason getting shot?” Veronica inquired.

“Isn’t it interesting that someone so in love could just pretend that the person they loved never existed?” Betty countered on Jughead’s behalf.

“Touché,” Veronica muttered.

“Anyways, to answer your question, of course I’ve considered it,” Jughead said.  "In fact, I already wrote a whole novel.“

"Seriously?” Betty and Veronica exclaimed simultaneously.  Jughead nodded nonchalantly.

“Of course.  But I do think something is missing,” he responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I kept it non-fiction,” he elaborated.  "I didn’t add anything that didn’t happen.  Although, I guess now I’ll have to put in the kiss.  Anyways, I don’t have a plot twist.“

”(Y/N) moving isn’t plot twist enough for you?“ Betty asked a question this time.

"That’s the climax,” he explained.  "Everything that happened after that was the falling action.  I have no plot twist and no resolution.“  All three sitting at the table furrowed their eyebrows.  A faint jingle alerted the diner that there was a new customer.  Betty casually glanced up and then did a double take at what she saw.  She gripped Jughead’s arm.

"Is that plot twist enough for you?” she whispered, gesturing towards the entrance.  Jughead and Veronica’s gaze both snapped towards the front, their focus attaching to the figure who just walked in.

“No way,” Jughead breathed.

“Is that…” Veronica trailed off, unable to form a sentence.  Jughead and Betty both nodded, confirming her suspicions.

“(Y/N).”

Part three here     Part four here     Part five here

Reconnecting with old friends is always good. Seeing how far they’ve gone and grown in life is such a wonderful feeling. Knowing that you let them back into your life can be a little scary considering what happened between the two of you, but it’s also good to know that someone is still there for you, looking out. Real friends always come back into your life after a while. It’s good to talk about what happened between the two of you with each other, even at 4am. Having a heart to heart conversation is always needed with old friends.
—  old friends // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #18

anonymous asked:

Can i request RFA+ saeran accidentally reading mc's diary and finding a bunch of cute stuff written about them? Your blog is AMAZING by the way!!!

So cute! Thank you so much:) 


Zen:

  • He was cleaning while you were out of the house
  • A notebook fell off a shelf and he picked it up
  • He never saw it before, so he skimmed through it to see what it was
  • He started seeing things about himself in there and realized it was your diary
  • His narcissism came out in a moment of weakness and he kept reading
  • He started reading about your whole perspective about how you met
  • He sees something about your opinion on his ponytail, and he skips those few pages kind of scared of them
  • He sees more of the recent entries and how you talk about how he takes care of you
  • And how he makes you feel loved
  • He’s super touched by it and feels his chest twinge a bit
  • He’s too absorbed to see you in the doorway
  • You don’t look too happy, but however you make him pay for it, he’s fine because he keeps remembering what you wrote

Yoosung:

  • You two were studying together somewhere
  • You had gotten up to get you both drinks
  • Your backpack fell over and this notebook came tumbling out
  • Yoosung grabbed it and the pages were just open
  • He knew he shouldn’t have…but he did read it
  • He just didn’t expect so much of it to be written about him
  • You were writing about how hard-working he was recently…and even had a few encouragements that you never
  • He starts getting into some of the more romantic moments you recorded
  • When you come back, you see his face all red and his nose stuck inside a book

Jaehee:

  • You were moving some of your old boxes around
  • It fell out and Jaehee noticed it said it was your diary on top
  • She didn’t want to be intrusive, so she gave it back to you
  • But you could tell she was curious
  • You hadn’t written in it for over a year, so you told her to go ahead and read if she wanted
  • She tried to downplay how curious she was, so she waited until she was in bed and read a few entries every night
  • The diary started before you two met, so she was intrigued by your early life
  • But then she got to the stories about you and her
  • Seeing how you viewed her, something inside her shifted 
  • She started to see you more as family, and sometimes she got a bit more sentimental around you
  • She never believed it was possible that someone could think of her that way

Jumin:

  • You had a bad habit of sticking any loose piece of paper into your books as bookmarks
  • Well, you were writing in your diary, got called for something else, and stuck a small piece of paper inside
  • Jumin came looking for that paper later, having written a note on it
  • You told him to go get it out of your book
  • He finds it, but his eye catches his name on the page
  • He couldn’t help but finish reading the page
  • He can’t help but smile at all the nice things you wrote about him
  • There was even an entry where you were complaining about some of his bad habits
  • And yet, he still felt warm inside
  • He doesn’t say anything about it and just puts the book back on the shelf
  • It slips out much later that he read it
  • You wanted to be mad, but Jumin pointed out that you did let him look inside it…and you couldn’t argue


Seven:

  • He’s just nosy
  • And also you two were in a petty, domestic fight
  • Your diary was sitting on the table
  • So he just opened it and read it
  • At first, he was enjoying the nice stories from before you met
  • But then he started seeing his name throughout it
  • He was actually getting really gushy reading about what you had to say about him
  • It was your raw emotions coming through the page and it was hitting him hard
  • That was until he got to the most recent entry
  • You were venting about the most recent fight, and he was getting salty again
  • He grabs a pen and starts praising himself on the last page
  • You found it later, and you were so mad and frustrated but also laughing

Saeran:

  • “I don’t really care what’s in that book.”
  • That’s what he said when you hurriedly slapped it shut when he came behind you
  • You weren’t so sure though, so you test him
  • You leave it on the table and hide somewhere nearby
  • He knows what you’re upto so he casually scrolls through his phone
  • But his curiosity overwhelms him
  • He grabs a pair of nearby tongs and pries it open so he doesn’t leave fingerprints
  • How you would find those you didn’t even know he was so extra
  • You knew what was in there, so obviously you let him read it
  • Meanwhile, Saeran was in shock to see how much of your diary was about him
  • How you felt about him and how he made you feel
  • He could feel his heart race a bit
  • He was absorbed that he didn’t hear you come behind him and tackle him in a hug

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30 day poetry challenge

spiritslyrics and i decided to make our own poetry challenge. make sure to tag your poems poetry for am so we can see them! 

  1. write a poem about hellos
  2. write a poem/letter to your future self
  3. write a poem based of your favorite fairy tale
  4. write a poem in the style of a dictionary entry
  5. write a eulogy
  6. write a metaphor about your favorite season
  7. write a poem about something that makes you happy
  8. write a poem describing a color, without using the name of that color in the poem
  9. write an honest poem about yourself. don’t hold anything back.
  10. write a poem about the moon without using the words: “bright” “shine” “dark” “crater” and “moon”
  11. write a poem based off your favorite lyric
  12. write a poem in the perspective of a stranger
  13. write a response to a shakespeare sonnet
  14. write a poem about a place you’d like to visit
  15. write a poem in the point of view of a book
  16. write a poem with a hidden meaning
  17. write a poem about a natural disaster
  18. write a poem that starts with one word and ends with the opposite (i.e. truth…lies, up…down)
  19. write a poem based off a picture. link the picture
  20. write two poems- both sides of a relationship
  21. write advice you’d like to give people
  22. write in the perspective of your favorite fictional character
  23. write a list poem
  24. write a twenty four word poem
  25. write a poem based off of your favorite myth/mythology
  26. write a poem about someone you wish you knew
  27. write a poem entirely of dialogue
  28. write a blackout poem
  29. choose a word and write and acrostic poem about it
  30. write a poem about goodbyes
Daddy A-Z: Taeyong

Originally posted by nctaezen

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

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A = Announcement.- How do you tell him and the world that you’re expecting?
The second the test is positive, you have to tell Taeyong, because knowing him, the first signs of pregnancy aka morning sickness, he’s ready to rush you to the ER so you might as well just spill the beans. Telling him is simple, just telling him works fine and then you can deal with the hyper Taeyong that comes after the announcement and then crying Taeyong when it hits him he’s gonna be a daddy. Telling the world, on the other hand, probably won’t happen for a while. Taeyong’s pretty private with his life, so it’ll probably be kept a secret until there’s no way to hide it. To be honest with you, it’ll probably be one of the boys that fuck up and let it slip that mommy taeyong is going to evolve into daddy Taeyong.

B = Books.- Did he read the books?
We know Taeyong’s a reader, and especially in moments when he needs guidance (i.e. the book about self love that he carried around when he was getting hate) so Taeyong will 100% buy out the child development and parenthood section at the book store and uses them as step by step for being a good dad.

C = Cuddles.- Who cuddles the baby more? 
Taeyong, for sure. Seeing as he says he can’t sleep without holding something, I can see Taeyong being the dad that falls asleep in the rocking chair with his offspring and just snoring away with the happy baby in his arms. Honestly, you’ll probably have to pry the baby from his hands, he’s pretty much a conjoined twin with his baby.

D = Daddy.- His reaction to being called Daddy and it setting in. 
He’s already the mom of the group, so transitioning into being dad isn’t hard. But the realization that ‘holy shit this isn’t jisung….this is mine. i made this. f u c k’ wont truly set in until the baby’s born and he’s holding it and seeing the tiny human he helped make in his very hands. It’ll hit him like a bus and he’s crying and babbling about how he’s going to protect it from the world and love it with his entire heart.

E = Empty.- Who goes to the store when you guys run out of supplies?
While he’s insanely attached to the baby, he’s very adamant about helping you in any way. Need more diapers? ‘I’ll get it stay here you shouldn’t be moving.’ ‘taeyong it’s been 3 months i’m fine.’ ‘s h h h h h ‘

F = Feeding time- Who does feeding time?
Reading all those books, Taeyong’s made it a mission to save feeding time for mommy-baby bonding time, so he let’s you have the reigns with feeding your child. But only with the agreement he gets to make the airplane noises for the spoon.

G = Grumpy baby. - Who is better at dealing with a grumpy baby? 
Taeyong’s insanely youthful and practically a kid a heart himself, so no one can relate to a baby more than Taeyong. He’s a master at dumb faces to make the baby all smiles and giggles in 4.81 seconds. He’s like the sun baby from tellatubies to his kid. 

H = How?- how many kids does he want?
Basing how close he is with his noona, I can imagine Taeyong wanting the same relationship for his kids, so I can definitely see him having two at the very least, but likely having 3+ if he can convince you on it. Especially being the leader and nct dream, he’s confident that he can handle more than one kid easily.

J = Jokes.- best dad joke? 
“Did you hear about the restaurant on the moon? Nice food, no atmosphere.”

K = Kisses.- His favorite place to kiss the baby. 
Taeyong is such a tummy raspberry dad, and y’all know it. It’s adorable, it’s sweet, and he gets to hear his lil mini giggling up a storm.

L = Little.- How he feels when he holds the baby for the first time.
The entire world stops for him when the nurse placed his baby in his arms. Seeing the little squirmy thing that’s half him and half his love is just a punch in the face with how much he loves you and loves you even more for giving him this tiny human he’ll cherish for the rest of his days. He’s just emotional as hell, crying his eyes out, and full of love. 

M = Mommy.- what does he call you? 
He just plain calls you mommy. Literally the second you gave birth, your name doesn’t exist in his mind, his name doesn’t exist. It’s just ‘mommy and daddy’.

N = Nappies.- who deals with the really bad ones? 
Honestly I feel like Taeyong would pass out at the sight, but he’s very clean and lowkey a germaphobe and knowing that’s what is touching his baby is enough to make him arm himself with a pack of wipes and a face mask, and go to battle.

O = Onesies- Who likes to dress the baby in ridiculous outfits? 
Taeyong is a stylish bish so he’s very picky over kid clothes, so it’ll be you that dresses the baby is dorky kiddy clothes and Taeyong’s just standing there like ‘ok i hate it……but it is cute and im mad about it’

P = Pet names- names he calls the baby. 
Taeyong almost always calls his mini his ‘little sunshine’, because let’s be real, if it’s part taeyong you know that kid is going to light up a room. i know it. you know it. taeyong knows it.

Q = Questions.- How many questions does he ask the nurse? 
He 100% brought a list of stuff to ask, and it’s a mile long. Even after reading the books and he know basically anything there is to know about caring and raising a kid, he needs to hear it from someone as qualified as a nurse because ‘any idiot can write a book how do i know if its wrong?! i have to ask!!’

R = Rely- what is the biggest thing you rely on each other for?
Honestly it’s just support. Having a kid is horrible, and you think it’s going to be easy with two people, but no one tells you how long it takes to recover from giving birth, and it’s hard to pull your weight in the relationship. Taeyong needs assurance he’s doing everything right, and you need help with basically everything. You two balance out the stress, you get to heal, taeyong gets emotional support. 

S = Sleep duty. - who gets up when it’s really late at night? 
To keep it fair, you do have the ‘it’s your turn’ system for night issues, so it bounces back and forth between you and Taeyong. But a lot of the times, if you don’t wake up on the first nudge, he just thinks you need the rest and handles business himself.

T = Trepidation.- fears as a new parent. 
Taeyong’s biggest fear is he’s going to mess the kid up for life. He’s not completely sure of himself, how’s he supposed to raise and mentor another human that looks up to him for guidance? He’s just terrified that he’s going to mess up, and the kid’s going to be damaged in some bizarre way, but let’s be real, he’ll be a fantastic dad.

U = Ultra sounds.- His reactions to the ultrasounds.
Instant tears. He’s immediately sobbing and eyes just glued to the blurry image of his tiny baby growing and healthy as can be. He’s gotten a billion copies of the ultrasound pictures and sends them to literally everyone. His parents, sister, every member, all the sm workers, Taeyong just wants to show the world his most proud accomplishment. 

V = Values.- what is the most important value he wants to teach your child.
Being Taeyong, I’m pretty sure the thing he’ll instill in his kid most is self love and never doubting yourself. He, even as successful as he is and continues to grow, is still very self conscious and not sure of himself, and he doesn’t want that for his kids. They’re capable of anything and everything and no matter what, he’ll always love his kids and he wants them to be sure of that and themselves.

W = Water.- Who gives the babe the baths? 
It’s a joint effort, because honestly you’re washing the babe, and Taeyong’s just taking pictures and videos to show the members and keep forever. He’s the embarrassing parent that takes the bath videos. 

X = X-mas- what do you guys plan for the holidays? 
Holidays are always split into different sections, the week during holidays is a mess because you have to bounce from your family, to Taeyong’s family, to with the members, and parties and everything. But the holiday itself, actual Christmas morning is just between you, Taeyong and the kids. Taeyong wants to at least have a moment as a family alone.

Y = Yelling.- How many fights do the two of you get in? 
Taeyong it’s pretty calm and doesn’t get agitated in the sense of it leading to actual fighting, so I imagine if any fights break out, it’s more you just yelling at him while he listens quietly and prob crying he’s not a fighter, he’s a lover.

Z = Zoo- How crazy is the house after the birth?
Taeyong is sort of a neat freak, so if he can keep a dorm room with 9+ grown boys clean, he can definitely keep a house with just you, him and kids clean easily. Lucky you.

anonymous asked:

I've been reading and rereading your YW books off and on for something like 15 years now, and you more than any writer have inspired not only my fascination with science but my interest in writing fiction. I am merely a fan fiction writer so far but I wanted to thank you for your talent and kindness, you're wonderful.

I’m glad to have been an inspiration. So many writers inspired me as I was getting started: it’s more than a pleasure to pass the favor along.

But as regards being a fan fiction writer: never say “merely”! There is nothing “mere” about writing something you love. Additionally: though this is hardly the main purpose of fanfic, it’s a great place to cut your teeth as a writer. I did easily a quarter million words’ worth of fanfic before something materialized in my head that wasn’t written in someone else’s universe… and when it did, because of all that practice, I was ready for it and able to hit the ground running. (David Gerrold says that “The first million words are for practice”, and this strikes me as about right.) If I got nominated two years in a row for the Campbell Award for best new writer in the SF/fantasy field because of this book, it’s the fanfic that helped me become certain enough of my writing “voice” that I could write it with sufficient assurance to make something (then) so edgy so convincing.

…And as for “so far”, that’s the spirit – because you never know where the love of working in someone else’s world will take you. Nearly forty years ago now, if you’d told me that the Trek fanfic I’d written in my teens would eventually put me in a place where I was writing Trek noncanonically, for money… and then into a place where I was writing it canonically for money… I’d have disparaged your sanity. :) Yet see what happened. Fortune, as they say, favors the prepared.

So get out there and do your thing. No writing is ever wasted. And that goes double for writing something you love. As for where it’ll take you? Keep your eyes open and seize the possibilities as they come. That’s all I can tell you. It’s worked for me. :)

Write What You Know (Not Necessarily What You’ve Experienced)

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I’ve recently written a post about the true meaning behind the quote “good writers borrow; great writers steal.” 

Well, another piece of writing advice has come under scrutiny lately, so I’m here to explain the meaning behind “write what you know.” 

“Write what you know” really means “write what you understand.”

Many people interpret “write what you know” to mean “write about what you have experienced for yourself,” but that’s obviously silly advice. If everyone followed it, libraries would be much, much smaller. Writing is about using your imagination to explore worlds of possibilities. Bits and pieces of your personal history will of course come into play, but they should always be presented in new and interesting ways. Otherwise, writers would be too bored to actually finish their stories.

When people you think you should probably trust tell you to “write what you know,” they aren’t telling you to fictionalise your own memoir. They’re telling you to write about the things that you understand

A novel may be a great series of lies, but there must be truth at the centre of it all and that truth is a direct result of, and in correlation to, the author’s understanding of their subject matter. 

For an author, this means a couple of things:

You should always be able to empathise with your characters. You should be able to tap into your emotions, your passions, your relationships to inform their emotions, their passions, their relationships. 

If you’re writing a scene about two people walking along the Seine at midnight unable to admit their true feelings for each other, you don’t need to have traveled to Paris or walked along the Seine or talked about the moon on the water when really all you wanted to say was that the same moonlight was making the other person look very pretty that night. 

What you need is to know what it is to take a walk in a place that is romantic no matter if romance is taking place there, to have wanted to say something but been too afraid to say it, to be filled with hope and fear and misery and joy all at the same time. 

You should always be able to feel the heart of the scene, instead of simply imagining it. 

If you can’t put yourself directly into your character’s shoes, they’ll wind up saying or doing something that won’t quite ring true.  

You should always be both interested in and knowledgable about the topics and settings that find their way into your stories. 

You don’t have to be an archaeologist to write an Indiana Jones novel, but a healthy fascination with people like T.E. Lawrence, Roy Chapman Andrews, and Gertrude Bell should probably come into play.

You should always not only be knowledgable about the topic you’re writing about, but care for it. You should be able to understand why Indy says it belongs in a museum!!” You should understand why your characters feel passionate about whatever they’re engaging in, because you share some of that passion. (Even if you wouldn’t dream of digging around in a desert yourself.)

It’s okay if you don’t know very much about a topic when you first get an idea for a book, but after doing some research about it, you should connect to the material in some way. 

As long as you’re interested in a topic or place, you’re not breaking the “write what you know” rule by taking the time to understand something you hadn’t when you first imagined your story. 

What’s more: write the kind of story you enjoy reading.

That sounds a little obvious, but people try to write stories they wouldn’t actually enjoy reading themselves all of the time. 

If you love reading YA fantasy novels, but feel compelled to write the next Great Literary American Novel, you’re not writing the sort of story you’re familiar with–that you’re passionate about–and that will show on every single page. Those are two very different sort of books. If you love reading YA, exclusively read YA, but try to write the GLAN, you’re not writing what you know. You’re probably not even writing something you truly care about.

And if you find the story you’re writing dull and uninteresting, any reader will probably feel the same way. 

If someone has read your work and says something along the lines of “you should stick to writing what you know…” 

What they’re really saying is that something isn’t resonating as true. That somehow, it doesn’t feel quite real. That they don’t think the characters’ emotional reactions are what they’d be in real life. Or that Indiana Jones is supposed to be a renowned archaeologist, but he doesn’t seem to know much about archaeology??? 

When they say this, they’re not telling you to go get a degree in archaeology or that in order to write that romantic scene, you must fall in love with someone, walk along the Seine with them, and then write what about what you felt in that moment. 

They’re letting you know that there is a disconnect somewhere between you and the writing. That they can tell you haven’t put enough of yourself in this story. That the circles don’t overlap as much as they should in the venn diagram between the knowledge, emotions, and interests the story requires and the knowledge you possess, the emotions you’ve felt, and the interests you invest in. 

When somebody says “write what you know,” ask yourself:

  • if you’ve really done enough research on this topic–if you actually want to write about this topic enough to do the required research 
  • if there’s another emotional well you can draw from to understand how a character might be feeling, how they might react to a circumstance
  • if this book is one that you yourself would pick up from a library shelf. 

And make sure there’s a core of truth within those all those lies. 

secretlybasictrash  asked:

So I've finally finished my first draft of my story!! This is my first time ever completing a first draft, so now that I'm done, I have no idea how to tackle it and begin editing. There are lots of things I need to change, like making the characterization consistent, brushing up on the flow of the story, adding in a few plot points, etc. There's just so much to do! Do you have any advice for where to start?

First, I always tell myself: One step at a time.

Don’t worry about adding plot points, or changing characters, or checking the flow, or anything. Don’t worry at all. You’ll only get anxious trying to “fix” every little detail. So, for now, celebrate. You’ve completed a draft. You are awesome!

I advise you to give yourself a reward.

I also advise you not to start editing right away. Take a week off. Start thinking about your next book. Maybe, outline your next book. For just a while, forget your completed draft. I’ve heard of authors that let their drafts in waiting for months. But a week is good enough. Why is this important? Because you move away from the story. You forget about details. You give yourself time switch from creative mode to critique mode. 

So, your week is gone and you are ready to edit.

But, remember, one step at a time.

First read: Read like a reader, not an author. Read all the way to the end without risking out or adding a word. Read like it’s someone else’s novel, not yours. And, when you get to the end, write a review. Just a paragraph or two giving your honest opinion on highlights and downfalls of the book. Be 100% honest. Be ruthless. Now, you have a general view over the story, what is missing, what is awesome. Make a list of every improvement you’d like to make.

Second read: Go over the story, applying the improvements, and also correcting mistakes along the way.

Third read: Read out loud. Reading out loud helps you detect grammar mistakes and strange sentences. :D   

Fourth read: Read one last time, not so focused on correcting mistakes, but on logic… pay attention for continuity errors, timeline errors, of if there’s any Deus ex machina around… this is just one last read to wrap things up.    

Fifth read: This is optional, but I love to read random pages of my books, just to force the brain not to follow the same track it’s already used to. Sometimes I find mistakes where I’d usually just brush over.

Then, publish it. It can’t be perfect, so don’t get crazy over every little phrase or word of choice. 

Publish. Open a new document. And start a new book. :D  

Skull & Halo // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1250

Request-

Hey! could you do an imagine where you’re a tattoo artist and jack comes in for a tattoo and he flirts with you through the entire process and he asks you on a date?? Also could you tag me in it?? xx

A/n- this was so fun to write! and i’m back :)

~~

You were standing in the back of the tattoo shop with your coworker Ashley.

“-and then he left. I got even more pissed off at him at that,” she rambled one.

You were only half paying attention to the fake red head next to you. Your eyes were trained on the book in front of you.

“Y/n! Are you even listening?”

You were about to answer her when the bell at the front door chimed, signaling someone had entered the parlor. You closed your book, and walked through the opening to the front of the shop.

There were two blonde men; one covered with tattoos and the other with a few small ones.

The blonde with the sleeve was looking at the book full of options as the other, more attractive one, was leaning on the counter talking to the receptionist.

“Alright,” said AJ. “Abe,” he motioned towards the guy with two full sleeves, “You can go with Y/n. And Jack with Ash.”

You smiled at Abe, but he just leaned over to the boy you assumed was Jack. Jack rolled his eyes and said, “Can I please go with Y/n?”

AJ chuckled, “Sure.”

You were slightly offended that Abe didn’t want you tattooing him, but it’s not like he’s the first to do that.

You lead Jack to a chair and starting gathering your materials.

“So, Jack, what are ya getting today?” You asked, focusing on the ink rather than his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I was thinking of a skull,” he explained. “Right here.”

Your eyes followed his pointer finger that was pointing at his left forearm.

You two sat in a comfortable silence as you gathered your materials.

You began to wipe of his arm, “So,” you started.

“So?”

“I gotta ask, sorry.”

“Continue.” He raised an eyebrow at you, his beautiful blue orbs staring at you.

“Why didn’t Abe want me tattooing him?”

Jack looked over at Abe, you was currently getting his chest shaved.

He sighed, “He assumed you didn’t have practice because you have no tattoos.”

You looked over at Ashley, her entire right arm was covered, along with another tattoo here and there on her body.

You had been tattooing two years longer than she, but Ashley is always getting new additions. You enjoyed making them rather than getting them.

“I would like to add that I don’t think that,” he smiled at you. “I’m sure you make badass tattoos.”

You stood up and grabbed a pair of gloves, “Who’s to say I don’t have tattoos?”

He gave you a curious look.

You smirked, grabbing the gun.

“Please elaborate,” he flashed you that gorgeous smirk. If he kept it up, you might actually die.

“I have a few…” you said. “You just can’t see them.”

He scoffed, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Smooth,” you giggled, causing him to laugh too.

“But seriously, what tattoos do you have?”

You pressed the needle to his skin. He didn’t even notice, all of his attention was on your eyes.

“I have four,” you said simply.

“And what are they?” He continued.

“I have a sock on my ankle,” you said as he leaned over the edge of the chair to look. “It represents freedom. You probably don’t get the reference.” You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Of course I do. I’m not an uncultured bloke ya know?” He laughed. “What else?”

Your focus stayed on his arm, “I have a star on my shoulder. My sister has one identical to it.”

He looked at you, motioning for you to continue.

“And I have a quote on my hip.” You added.

“That’s only three,” he said, and your breath caught in your throat.

Jack noticed your muscles tense and the guilt started to rise. You grip on the gun tightened as your focus remained on his half-finished tattoo.

“Look, Y/n, I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to tell me.”

“No it’s alright. Uh,” you grabbed the gun and started to shade part of his tattoo. “It’s my mom’s last heartbeat. It’s on my other ankle.”

Jack was mentally slapping himself. How could he be so bloody stupid? He should’ve quit while ahead.

“Listen, Y/n,” he started.

“No seriously Jack. It’s okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“Tell me about yours,” you added.

And he did.

He told you about the cross on his back.

And the God has a plan on his rib cage.

And the odd symbol on his right wrist which he admitted to getting while drunk and ‘I honestly have no idea what the fuck it is’. He found out about a week later that it’s the Egyptian symbol for life.

And how he got his birthday in Roman numerals.

“Alright,” you said, adding the final touch. “Here it is!”

He looked at it and frowned. Your heart sunk. It wasn’t what he wanted. You had just ruined someone’s life.

“What’s wrong?” You hesitated.

“Uh, nothing.” He shook his head. “I just feel like it’s missing something.”

You frowned as well.

“Okay, well let’s think,” you spun around in your chair and Jack laughed.

“What?” You smiled.

“You’re cute, that’s all,” he said, cheeks getting red.

“Oh thanks,” you were flustered. “So, why’d you get the skull?”

“To remind me that death is inevitable, and that I should go on tons of adventures so I don’t regret anything.”

You pondered, thinking of the perfect thing to add.

Suddenly it hit you, and you smirked at him.

“Do you trust me?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together.

“Do you trust me enough to add something?”

“Well what is it?”

“It’s a surprise,” you smiled.

He hesitated, “I swear to god if it’s a dick, I’m going to sue you.”

You chuckled, “I wouldn’t do that.”

He sighed, “Okay. Just make it look nice.”

You scoffed and grabbed the gun once again.

~~

After about fifteen minutes you revealed your addition.

It was a halo.

“Oh my god I love it,” he smiled. “How’d you think of it?”

“It’s to remind you that there’s always someone with you on the journeys to take,” you smiled. “You’re never alone.”

He smiled once again.

After you gave him the speech on keeping it clean, you walked him to the front.

You rung up his total at the register, “I’m not charging you for the halo.”

“What?” He said. “Why not?”

“Because it was my idea. Not yours,” you smiled, handing him his receipt.

Abe was standing by the door waiting for Jack.

“Thanks again,” he smiled. He turned and followed his friend outside. You watched him through the faint glass window as he walked down the sidewalk and out of view.

You turned and sighed as you began to pick up your station.

Never going to see him again. Should’ve asked for his number you idiot.

You thought to yourself as you disposed of the used needle.

The door chimed.

“Would he it be possible if I could get your number?” You heard the familiar accent.

You turned and saw Jack standing at the counter.

You smiled.

“Is really like to take you on a proper date.”

“Proper? Are you saying what we had today was a date?” You asked.

“It is if you want it to be,” he smirked.

You wrote down your number and handed it to him.

He gave you a toothy smile and left the tattoo parlor once again.

anonymous asked:

Oh, did you hear? Apparently Game of Thrones has officially supplanted the books. They no longer matter. And since the show is the real canon now, GRRM shouldn't even bother finishing Winds of Winter. (Source: wired. com/ 2017/05/ george-r-r-martin-game-of-thrones-books/)

Link without spaces: https://www.wired.com/2017/05/george-r-r-martin-game-of-thrones-books/

This is probably the single worst thing I’ve ever read. 

“The Song of Ice and Fire is not the Westerosi enchiridion any more. Martin’s story, the world he built, lives on TV. And now that HBO is cooking up spinoff showsbased on the original, it’s official: The TV universe has eclipsed the books and become the Game of Thrones canon.“

The canon of the TV show is NOT the canon of the books. Just…what? It can’t be! Shit that happens in the show is like, the direct opposite of the books in most cases, and the themes/takeaways could not be further apart.

Just…wow, what a hot take, dude. Reads like someone who feels pretty smart for having read the books, yet apparently missed everything about what makes a narrative a narrative. The Checklist Effect permeates fandom?

“And for those worried Martin won’t have control of his creation at all, fret not. He’s reportedly involved in not one, but two of the proposed writing teams for the spinoff shows HBO is considering. There’s no telling which programs will ever make it to the small screen, but it’s practically a given that he’ll be on board. That means it’s also almost certain the completion of the Song of Ice and Fire series will be delayed even further. But if Martin never finishes the last book, and instead the story of the winter in Westeros is wrapped up in a series of multi-million-dollar, special-effects-laden episodes of TV? Well, there are worse fates.”

This is just. It’s impossible. GoT cannot write an ending to ASOIAF because it is not the same story. At all. It’s profiting off of Martin’s creative work, and sure maybe there can be series set in Weisseroff where ~~anything can happen~~, but the conflation is just sheer idiocy or willful ignorance at this point.

choices fandom appreciation week 🎈

hi everyone! Bree ( @celestialjake​ )  and i ( @jakexmc​ ) are hosting it and here’s what it’s about: we noticed there’s been some drama lately in our fandom, either about disrespecting ther players, hating certain characcters etc or just simply the stories in the books. however, this week is for spreading positivity to every choices player, and we would love for you guys to get involved! so let’s spread some love and positivity! here’s how it works — tag both Bree and i, post and/or reblog using the hashtag: #CFAWeek on each of the following themed days:
(  STARTS OCTOBER 9TH THROUGH OCTOBER 15TH! )

day one: players day. — get to know your fellow players! post a selfie (if you wish) and include your name, age, country, zodiac, how long you’ve been playing choices, and what got you into playing the game… you can also include some facts about yourself too!

day two: favorites day. — favorite books, characters, ships, LI’s, friendships, lgbt characters, poc characters, + more is what day two is all about!

day three: fanart day. — post your own art of your favorite characters, ships, LI’s, friendships, and even your mc! get creative and have fun!

day four: fanfiction day. — write fanfics of ships and characters from the choices universe. headcanons, imagines, and one-shots are included on this day.

day five: crossover/au day. — wish two of your favorite choices books were one? day five is for your dream crossover/alternate universe edits, fanfics, and art! hmmm, i’m thinking a hero/endless summer edit sounds fun!

day six: edit day. — aesthetics, video edits, photo edits; the possibilities are endless for this themed day!

day seven: ultimate positivity day. — spread some love and positivity to your fellow players! send a nice message to someone, and remember what this fandom is truly about!


CHECK THE EVENT HERE 

I’d Love To Get To Know You - Gil x Reader

Requested: Hi, is it ok if you can do a gil x reader ? Where the reader is Ben’s older sister but is quieter (bookworm like belle) and gil meets her but he’s afraid to confess his feelings because he thinks she doesn’t like her bc his father is gaston? (Sorry if this sounds complicated)

A/N This is my first time writing about someone else besides Harry and I’m supper excited so enjoy (: A big thank you to @majestic-squad for the amazing request. 

Originally posted by auliicraval


“Are you going to the library again?” Ben asked you while staring down at the book you currently had in your hand. Yes King Ben of Auradon was your annoyingly sweet big brother. You two were a duo you loved Ben with all your heart and he too protected you from any harm. “Uh yea I’m trying to read all the books in the Library like mom and dad did when they were , ya know, locked in the castle” you shrugged. Ben laughed and shook his head “you are quite a book worm. Oh before you go you don’t mind if I use your picnic basket for mine and Mal’s date?” Ben asked hopeful. You nodded “just don’t ruin it mom gave that to me” Ben gave you a quick hug and disappeared into the halls.

Being the princess of Auradon had its ups and downs. You were a very quiet girl but you loved books like your mom. Recently your brother invited Villains to Auradon and you didn’t mind because you got along with Mal and Evie. As for Carlos and Jay they were still getting used to you being so quiet but they make it work. You loved all 4 of them with all your heart.


You made your way to the library. Dropping off your old books and walking past shelves of any over books you haven’t had the chance to read. You turned the corner and spotted a blond haired boy dressed like a pirate looking quite lost and confused. You wanted to help him but you knew he was Villain. “Common Y/N if Ben can have the courage to help even Villains you can too.” You whispered to yourself quietly. You got the courage to help him. You walked straight down with many thought running through your head. “Hi, c-can I help you?” You asked nervous. The blonde boy looked up at you. You have admit he was quite good looking. He didn’t look evil he looked really nice. “Uh yes I can’t pick out a book” he stated truly confused. You giggled lightly “I’m Y/N” you asked holding your hand out. “I’m Gil” he said shaking your hand. When your hands touched you felt a tiny spark. You quickly pulled away but smiled with tiny blush appearing on your cheeks. “I’ll help you find the perfect book” you smiled.

You spend hours in the library with Gil. You realized that Gil wasn’t the brightest at reading so you decided to help him out. To your surprise he was a very fast learner. “Your really pretty” said Gil almost hypnotized until he quickly snap outta it “I mean your pretty good at teaching me how to read” he nervously laughed. You giggled at his words “Why thank you Gil.” You saw another pirate approaching you and Gil except this one didn’t look much friendly and was dressed in red with black eyeliner around his eyes. “Gil where have you been me and Uma have been looking everywhere for you” “Calm down Harry Y/N here was teaching me how to read a book” he pointed out towards you. “You do know she’s King Adam’s daughter right?” Harry questioned Gil in an angry tone. You were confused. Why did that matter to them weather you were King Adam’s daughter. Gil looked at you wide eyed. “I gotta go” he quickly turned and walked away. “Sorry lass but if you’ve haven’t caught on that’s Gaston’s son and by the way he was looking at you I think he might’ve taken a liking in you” Harry nodded Gil’s way. “Gaston? As in the one who tried to kill my dad and wanted to marry my mom?” You gulped. Harry nodded “Just go easy on him he’s not the brightest but he is a good person.” “Yea I can tell” you said getting up and walking outta the library


You headed off to lunch thinking about Gil. Maybe you develop a tiny crush for him. There was something about him. Like he was so sweet and caring , yes he was clueless at times, but he was so gentle. You grabbed your lunch and debated weather to sit down by Ben and the gang or under a shady tree. You never really paid much attention to them because your nose was always stuck in a book. So you decided to go with the shady tree. You sat down pulling out your book and slowly eating the neatly cut apple slices your mom had packed for you. “Common mate just ask her out how we rehearsed” you heard again the Scottish accent coming from a far. You looked up to see a Harry Hook pushing Gil towards you with a tinny flower in his hand. The same flower that was planted by the ‘Don’t Pick Me Sign’. Villains really don’t play by the rules do they? “H-hey Y/N do u mind if I join you” Gil asked politely as he handed you the flower. You smiled and nodded taking the flower in your hand “sure I’d love that.” Gil blushed but took a seat next to you. “This Cotillion thing is coming up and I never really been to one” spoke Gil  nervously. “Well it’s a dance where my brother chooses his lady of the court and since Uma kinda ruined that last year we decided to have it again this year.” You explained. Gil nodded “did u have a date last year?” “Yes it was Chad but let me tell you that he ditched me to help Audrey fix a flat tire 6 hours away” you rolled your eyes “I ended up not having a dance partner so I left home early that night.” Gil frowned “W-well anyone would be lucky enough to have you as a partner.” You blushed and smiled. Gil quickly caught on to what he said. “Y/N I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that well I mean I did but you know what I me-” you cut him off by planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Gil almost immediately stopped talking and blushed. You giggled as you heard the bell ring signaling that you had class. “Can I walk you to class?” asked Gil. You smiled and nodded.

“So I was thinking maybe you could be my date to Cotillion” Gil asked nervously. No one has really ever asked you to be their date since Ben basically made Chad take you to Cotillion. “Sure.” You smiled at Gil and his face lit up. “I thought u wouldn’t like me because my father is Gaston I was really nervous because I’d really love to get to know you better.” said Gil nervously scratching the back of his neck as you two walked to your next class. “I’d really love to get to know you too.” You smiled and got on you tippy toes and gently peck Gil on the lips. “Pick me up at 7:00 and remember my dress is yellow” you blushed leaving Gil in the hallway completely love struck as you walked into class.


A/N I really hope you enjoyed this little Gil imagine. It was super fun writing and remember request are open (: (Also super sorry for the few spelling errors)

If you’re starting out as a writer and you’re scared about letting people read your stories I want to let you know… that doesn’t go away.

I just sent a draft of the third Shadows of Tomorrow novel to a reader to get some feedback on it and doing so filled me with fear. What if it’s terrible? What if she hates it? What if she thinks the whole thing should be scrapped?

I have had published three novels, four novellas, two short stories, and a technical manual - and I still get scared the first time I let someone read one of my books.

If you’re scared of letting someone read your writing, it doesn’t mean that your writing is bad. And if your story is bad, letting someone read it is how you get feedback about the bits that need fixing. It’s OK to be nervous about sharing your writing, but at some point you have to share it with someone else anyway.

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Alright. Phew. It’s been a looooooooooong time coming but @blackindiaink and I have finally gotten the first book in our first joint series ready enough to put out there for anyone who might be interested in reading something new!

The series is called PAPER DOLLS and we’re putting the first book up for $.99 on Amazon (we’re hoping to have a paperback version as well, for gifts and things, but that’s taking us a bit longer because of formatting issues). The story will be enrolled in KDP which means anyone who has a Amazon - Kindle Unlimited subscription will be able to read it for free

The main focus of the series is a romance between two original gay female characters.

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I need someone to write a good, long post about how shitty it is to always compare Jane Austen to the Brontë sisters, for no other reason than that they’re women. No one ever asked me wether I was more of a Dostoyevsky or a Dickens girl, but the moment I utter either “Austen” or “Brontë” someone jumps out from somewhere to ask me wether I’m “an Austen or a Brontë girl”. Stop it. Just because they’re the only two female authors anyone ever thinks are worth noticing doesn’t mean I can’t like them both equally? They wrote very different books and there’s literally no reason to compare them. Just stop.

Writing about Memory

@jaselinde asked, “I am currently writing a scene where a character begins to remember something from his past, but it comes in fragments during scenes. And it’s been really difficult for me to write these scenes with out making them seem really sudden and out of the blue… any advice?”

Have you ever read The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner? Faulkner does an excellent job of showing the mind and memory of all of his character really, but for this question I thought of Benjy Compson. 

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Roommates With Benefits

Originally posted by leafyrares

{this leaf boi is evil… but we all know: love is evil backwards}

[leafyishere x reader]

TITLE: roommates with benefits

GENRE: smut, fluff

WORDS: 4 879

WARNING: mature-ass content, filthy dirtiness, sinful, fuck, escape now

AUTHOR: leafyisherefics

REQUEST  Anonymous said: Okay I have a request 😏 You and Leafy are roommates in college and you both like each other, so one day you guys are studying together and it leads to sex😂Yeah, but I’m not into daddy stuff or dominance kink stuff. Yeah so uh I’ll be checking to see when it’s done 😏 Thank you!


Your name: submit What is this?

You hurriedly wrote down the notes that the teacher had somehow written on to the whiteboard in inhuman speed, your finger starting to hurt from writing in your notebook for forty-five minutes straight.

Several students in the classroom had already grown bored of listening to whatever repetitive and boring history-stuff the teacher was on about and had started whispering and even watching videos on their phones. But you were determined to get all the notes since you really needed a good grade on the next test.

“Could you pass the eraser?” Calvin, who was sitting on the seat next to you, asked, but you would not let it disturb your concentration.

“Help yourself.” You were quick to answer, unconsciously biting your lip as your head swung up and down, changing focus from notebook to whiteboard in a steady rhythm.

Calvin slightly stretched over and grabbed the eraser as you had to tilt a little to the side since he got a little in the way. You thought you heard a small giggle on your right, but ignored it completely.

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