#I think I understood one sentence out of the three-paragraph rant

[cosmonaut775]

I love that since I'm new to Tumblr and the algorithm doesn't really know me yet every once and a while it'll just hand me a post from so deep in a fandom/corner of the internet that my normie brain can't even comprehend it just to gage my reaction

[tears-of-boredom]

ok im done with the gay cops now cause im getting really sad and jealous of them your honor. i wanna have gay sex with a coworker too. gonna read this book to forget my sadness. im really questioning if its worth the read cause whoever translated it didnt seem to even check for spelling mistakes, and also there was like a pedo in the first 30 pages and it was real gross and i cant tell what youre supposed to think of him. and also the writing style is like an odd 3rd perspective, where sometimes you know the thoughts of people other than the main character, but also in the first chapter literally everything that was described was done through this womans mind. so its real confusing how im supposed to interpret everything. like are the adjectives being used at all objective, or is it skewed by the character we're following. also it has a habit of padding dialogue way too much, to such a point that a whole paragraph can amount to nothing. literally hold on....

yeah, theres one rant, that takes up an entire page, its two people talking, but the subject is brought up from nothing, and has nothing to do with what they were discussing before. and then no one even acknowledges how out of nowhere it came, and instead just move on to another thing.

also, so its a finnish translation of Lynmara and the translator uses both "jazz" and "jats" interchangeably, without any like, reason why. like they mean the same thing but its so confusing when they change the spelling constantly. also "college" ja "yliopisto" seem to be used interchangeably, which confused me at first because i understood them as two different things,, because why else would they be using two different words. but no they're the same thing and the translator just really was not paying attention to what they were doing. i dont recommend getting Tutteli Lindberg as your translator. if they're even alive anymore. because this book is like 50 years old.

hold on ill copy these three word for word

1: "Minä satun tietämään melkoisen paljon nimenomaan tästä aiheesta. Sinä olet kokenut jo muutaman järkytyksen tänä iltana, joten yksi lisää ei enää tunnu liian pahalta, mutta voi saada sinut katsomaan asioita järkevästi. Oikeastaan minä en ole koskaan aikonut kertoa sinulle tästä. Ei tehnyt mieli kertoa, sillä tämä juttu ei mielestäni koskenut sinua. Enkä minä luullut että minun täytyisi, jotta saisin sinut vakuuttuneeksi niin yliopistoon menosta kuin muistakin asioista. Mutta sinä olet itsepäinen ja eräässä mielessä aika tietämätön pikkutyttö. Pakko minun on valistaa sinua."

OH MY GOD JUST FUCKING GET ON WITH IT. the book has already established every single piece of information that this dialogue could've given to you. and i dont know whether to blame the author or the translator.

and 1 and 2 only have a paragraph of text in between them.

2: "Tämä tapahtui kauan sitten. Kaikkien kertomusten pitäisi kai alkaa juuri näin, mutta olisipa siitä kulunut vieläkin pitempi aika, niin että voisin unohtaa kaiken. Vielä nytkin minusta tuntuu mielikuvitukselliselta että sellaista saattoi tapahtua. Jos olisin ollut vanhempi ja kokeneempi, jos olisin osannut laskelmoida, olisin ehkä luullut että kaikki oli jotenkin omaa syytäni. Mutta niin ei ollut."

JUST FUCKING TELL THE STORY OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS PROVIDES NOTHING

theres like 48 words between 2 and 3

3: "Sinät et tiedä mitään isovanhemmistasi - paitsi että he olivat venäläisiä ja jättivät maansa vuonna 1907, asuivat kaksi vuotta pariisissa, missä isoäitisi kuoli, ja että isä ja minä asuimme sen jälkeen parisen vuotta Lontoossa, kunnes isänikin kuoli."

thats somehow only one sentence. also. IF SHE KNOWS ALL OF THAT ALREADY WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TELLING IT TO HER. I GET THAT ITS TO TELL THE READER WHAT INFORMATION THE GIRL HAS BUT DEAR GOD THIS IS LIKE WRITING 101 THIS IS NOT HOW YOU GIVE INFORMATION TO THE READER.

anyways

im gonna atleast hate read this to the end. i also have a pen and im leaving underlinings and comments. such as "aristokraattinen mulkku", "vitun pedo?", "iy?? vitun ällö", "?creep?", and, "mikä vitun räntti toi oli??".

[lachlann-macnab]

BDRP 2020 QUESTIONNAIRE

Your Name: Jean

Characters: Lachlann “Launchpad” MacNab

Pick one of your characters and talk about their growth. What about their story has surprised you? What are you proud of? How have they changed from their original inception to now?

Well, Launchpad is relatively new so he’s still pretty much the same as I envisioned him from the start-

-though I’ll admit that the idea of him having an enormous crush on Seamus/Scrooge was a surprise. I think it only took a couple of little chats with Sav and familiarizing myself with Seamus’ story for him to go “yes!! that’s the one I love!! let me at him!!”.

The funny thing is that it just kind of happened but also has a degree of canonicity to it; Granted, Ducktales ‘17 (the canon that got me into the Duckverse) didn’t delve a whole lot on the relationship those two have...but Ducktales ‘87 does and it’s fucking beautiful. 

But I didn’t know that! I was just familiar with the newest canon -exploring the relationship led me to the older canon and I absolutely love it! I love the way the older version of LP is equal parts silly and capable and I try my best to express that nice balance on my interpretation.

And I wouldn’t have found that sweet spot if it hadn’t been for Sav and Seamus!

Pick another character (or the same character if you only have one) and talk a little about where you WANT them to go. What are your plans for them going into the new year?

Oooh man, this is probably going to sound rude of me, but I want someone to call Launchpad out on his shit.

He is a happy-go-lucky man, he is positive, he does think the best of everyone right from the start, he is honest with that, but there’s also a degree of performativity to the way he interacts with people: he is a people pleaser and he’s also someone who avoids problems/confrotation when possible.

That leads to him having a hard time actually voicing what he thinks when things were serious. Launchpad will default to what he thinks is the most noble/the best option even if he actually hates it. He tries his best to be a reliable dude, but that pushes him to his limits every now and then -and he hates it, but will do it anyways.

I’d love for someone to notice that and point out his marthyr complex to him, or how hypocritical he can actually be when noone is looking. 

Jun did an amazing job at that, with the whole Moon Market incident and that is part of why I love his characterization and- I could rant about how Jun and LP are actually similar, yet different, but I won’t.

Someone please bitchslap my idiot son and tell him to be honest with his feelings, maybe get him to confront his feelings of inadequacy, maybe get him to actually face his problems instead of running away from them, kthanxs.

Pick a thread or a plot that you’re proud of and talk about why you loved it.

I have three threads I absolutely love, each for different reasons:

*Cleanliness is next to... with Jun: Jun called my idiot son out on his ‘noble man’ act. Jun was not impressed with his efforts and pushed him to an actual mini-meltdown because Launchpad didn’t know what to do or say to try and make things better: Launchpad is so used to having his way around people that the moment someone was inmune to all his tricks he...lost it. Big time. And I loved it.

*Untitled with Eilonwy: Both of them clicked instantly and- oh, man, I can’t really express what I feel about it, but:

Launchpad feels an actual, honest, connection to Eilonwy in various ways: both of them are a little bit weird, both of them are learning, both of them were kind of kicked out their comfort zones, both of them love adventure, both of them are fearless (in different ways), but there’s also a curious father-daughter dynamic to them. Eilonwy lacked not only a father figure but also a general actual caring adult one and I guess that’s part of what draws her to LP, while LP is a naturally caring man who also, (betweem the two of us), loves feeling like a good-ish role model instead of the dude people tell you to avoid because he’s an idiot, he loves looking out for people, he loves being understood -and Eilonwy, surprisingly, understands him without even trying. 

They are so very sweet, they just clicked and both of them learn new things with the other: both about themselves and the world. And I love it.    

*Dressed to the nines with Seamus: a.k.a “the one in which Sav let me go absolutely fucking ham”: It began with a chat about the need of gratious fanservice involving Seamus wearing (and getting out of) a suit -but soon became something else thanks to the Halloween task.

We soon got the ball rolling and Black Annis happened in a stupidly organic way (her very modus operandi, I discovered kind of late during the creation, ties way too well with the thread’s title itself and I’ll never get over it), and the mix of terror and action just naturally pushed the rest of the plot into the catharsis Seamus needed after all the stuff he’s been through.

The thread gave us the opportunity to write some mindless comedy, some yearning, some tenderness, plenty of gore, blood, trauma, legit PTSD, then back to tenderness and silliness -while also mentioning and showing a good deal of the things that have made Seamus the man he currently is, with the pretty and the ugly of it.  

I just think it was an amazing character exploration for both Seamus and Lachlann, and I enjoyed every bit of it. I love Sav’s writing, I love Seamus’ characterization, I love how naturally it all evolved, I love how Sav can casually bring something up while plotting and the thing just clicks into place, I love how we just kind of understand where things are going or where we want them to go. Sav’s just amazing at brainstorming and general writing and I feel really, really lucky to have the chance to write with her.

I have no choice but to stan, really.

 And I could go on and on about how the thread pushed both Seamus and Lachlann towards some big character development, but I really don’t want to rant -so I’ll leave it like this.

In terms of your own writing, identify 1-3 strengths and talk about why you think it’s one of your strengths.

Gee, that’s a difficult one. I guess my strongest suit as of now would be Launchpad’s voice as a character -and I’m not only talking about dialogue.

I think everyone that has read any of my threads has noticed by now that the flow of the narration is an extension of how Launchpad himself feels and thinks: it’s chaotic and emotional, it can get self-conscious and snarky when he, himself, can’t, it brings some exposition while not breaking the simple, chaotic rythm of Launchpad per-se.

In terms of your own writing, identify 1-3 areas of improvement.

This is way easier for me to pinpoint, hah! I definitely need to work on the length of my posts: I know seeing paragraphs upon paragraphs upon paragraphs can make people tired or make them feel intimidated to interact. 

I also need to work on organizing Launchpad’s chaotic thoughts. The narration does get long-winded and sometimes the progression from point A to point B is way too chaotic -so much so that actually erasing it all would make no impact on the overall narration. 

Pick one of your plots, or even just a character, and come up with a list of 3-5 “mentor texts” where you can look for inspiration or research, then write a short (2-4 sentences) why you picked those texts. 

Not texts per-se, but I think a good way to get a feel of Launchpad’s general vibe is to watch “Top Duck” from Ducktales ‘87 and/or “The Duck Knight Returns” and “Double-o-duck in: You only crash twice”; Those episodes do an amazing job in expressing his insecurities and passions.

Now, leaving the source material behind, I think a book he resonates with is “Oh, the Places You'll Go!” by Dr. Seuss -it’s fun, it’s simple and it has an overall heartwarming message: It kind of captures that sense of wonder, discovery and positivity Launchpad both has and wishes to offer other people. 

Another inspiration of sorts for Launchpad is Ferry’s “Parties are for losers” series: First of all, I’ll admit I’m a sucker for the Strugatsky brothers and СТАЛКЕР, so it’s no surprise I’m in love with Ferry’s interpretation of the story; I see a little bit of LP in KT’s story, but also in Yura’s and, surprisingly, in Olga’s. 

PAFL’s setting is different, yet similar, to the Soviet sci-fi original: it deals with some disenchantment, it’s far from idealistic, it’s rough, but it’s also full of wonder and adventure: there’s big risks, but there’s also a good deal of things that make things, if not better, a little bit less miserable for the characters -and sometimes that something that keeps them going is other’s presence. PAFL is, for me, the inspiration for adventures that aren’t always glamourous, simple, or happy, taken by characters that are far from perfect, that have the odds against them, that carry a whole lot of baggage and, yet, prevail.

And, finally, a last inspiration for Launchpad, my lovable idiot son, comes from probably the place one would expect the least: God of War (2018).

I’m also a sucker for God of War, sue me.  

I know it may seem bizare, but the message of the game just clicks with LP -and before you start wondering how in hell Kratos could possibly inspire Launchpad just let me tell you: he doesn’t. Because it’s not about Kratos I’m refering to when I talk about that story! I’m actually thinking of Mimir!

I love him so much.

Mimir’s role on the game is multifacetic: he brings exposition and ocasional comedic relief, sure, but I see him as the heart of the interactions between Kratos and Atreus (Kratos’ son, for those who may not know). Kratos is emotionally repressed and keeps to himself a lot while Atreus is a bundle of joy, energy, curiosity and someone that doesn’t think ‘because I say so’ is a valid answer to things; Kratos and Atreus clash during the first part of the game even when they love one another in their very particular ways.

In comes Mimir.

Mimir(’s head) joins the party and takes upon himself to act as a bridge between emotional distant father and young naive fearless son and...things start working for the three of them! Kratos starts understanding Atreus! Atreus slowly understands his father’s worries and needs! They begin the story as (almost) complete strangers but by the end they have an actual bond thanks to Mimir’s constant pushing and interventions: Mimir is soft with Atreus but bold with Kratos, the man knows when to joke and throw some riské comments for the chaos of it, but he’s also the first to offer words of comfort and understanding. 

The man becomes part of the family even when he isn’t related to them by blood, even going so far as to give a ‘no, take me instead!’ when presented with the opportunity by a pair of enemies, even when his whole story tells us that he thinks of the idea of dealing with those people (won’t say who, because spoilers) as worse than death -the man hates the mere idea of going back but doesn’t hesitate a second to offer himself as a sacrifice for his new family.

And, damn, that’s what I base my interpretation of Launchpad on. He’s not a part of the family per-se but he constantly acts as a bridge between the youngest and more idealistic parts of it and the jaded, older, tired one; He’s happy to be comedic relief but will also sit and give anyone a pep talk when absolutely necessary -he knows his limitations but keeps trying and offering his best for those he cares about. He tries to be the heart.

I’m emotional about a disembodied head, don’t touch me. Play God of War (2018), it’s fucking amazing.

And now, a wishlist!: 

I’m...actually up for everything and anything, really. I’d love some adventures, but I also love the more mundane interactions, I love the heavier topics but also the silly moments. 

I guess, as I said before, the one thing I’d really love is for someone to push Launchpad to be honest about his feelings. Also a plot about him either considering to or actually flying again -those, however, will happen in due time and I have no rush to make ‘em.

Why do you RP?

Short explanation?: I love writing and reading.

Longer explanation?: I love writing and reading, I love complex characterizations, I love exploring new ideas and seeing how little plot bunnies become full fledged plots and/or character explorations or bring some character development, I love how that creates a domino effect with the rest of the cast. I love to see things happen: I love watching from afar as other’s characters learn lessons, create and conect-

-also, I write and read all day, everyday: that’s my job. I do script revisionism and organizational comunication. During work hours I have to check the flow of words, tones, and overall intentions; I have to do my best to make sure someone’s idea fits the box, but RPing gives me the opportunity to take the box and toss it out of the window. RPing gives me the chance to write freely, to write silly, to be imperfect and not worry about going from A to B or dealing with a checklist or tones, intentions or other’s ideas. 

It’s just freeing. And that’s why I do (and love) it.

[totally-incorrect-theatre-quotes]

Triangle Cult (fanfic)

Remember when I gave you guys options to vote on for what fanfic I write next? Yeah so anyway I found a really funny text post by @sidras-tak and with their permission, I wrote this little short blurb. I apologize for the lack of angst and sadness that usually accompany my fanfictions lol

Fourth-period math was perhaps the worst hour of the day for Lydia. It was right before she had lunch, and right after her European history class where the lessons were so dull that she would often struggle to stay awake. She slumped into her desk, fiddling with the collar of her uniform shirt and wishing she had opted to wear pants that day instead of a skirt. She hadn’t expected winter to come quite as quickly as it had, she was no stranger to the cold having grown up in New York, but her old school didn’t require uniforms. Glancing around at her desk mates she noticed that had all gotten the memo, one kid was slouched back with his hands shoved in his pocket in a futile attempt to keep them warm.

Lydia’s geometry teacher thought that the way traditional classrooms were set up stifled student’s ability to maximize their brainpower, so instead of lined up rows they were in four circles of five desks so that their energies could bounce off each other and better solve the problems. Lydia’s first reaction was that Ms. Glick would love Delia, but her second reaction was dread, fearing she wouldn’t get along with anyone that she was going to be partnered with. She lucked out as thankfully the other four people were either indifferent to Lydia completely or were even friendly to her. However, they all bonded over their mutual distaste for how Ms. Glick taught geometry. To them, it was all just a bunch of numbers but to the teacher it was art. Lydia felt bad teasing the teacher in her new friend group because she felt the same way about chemistry that Ms. Glick felt about math, but the minute Ms. Glick went on a fifteen-minute rant about how triangles aren’t physical things but rather a concept and a set standard and evidence of humans capability to comprehend things that don’t exist she lost any restraint. Within fifteen minutes there was a group chat named Triangle Cult and the five of them became fast friends. 

Today’s lesson was particularly excruciating, they were going over algebraic postulates, something they had already learned the previous year in algebra I, and every other sentence out of her mouth was either “Interesting right?” or “Bet ya didn’t know that!”. Lydia could feel years being taken off of her life every time those phrases passed the teacher’s lips but she impressively made it about seventeen minutes into the lesson before she felt like she was going to implode. She nudged classmate on the shoulder and muttered, “If she says ‘Interesting right?’ one more time I’m going to summon a demon and throw her to the sandworms.”

Unfortunately, her fellow student was hardly paying attention, having already lost his sanity and desire to pay attention a mere forty seconds before Lydia had. Half listening her waved his hand, “Yeah yeah sounds good. You should do it.”

That was all the assurance Lydia needed. She pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and sent a brief but cryptic text to her favorite demon. It simply stated, “Bout to summon you, I’m thinking triangles.” 

She liked to keep it mysterious, left room for spontaneity which was where BJ often did his best work. It was less than five seconds later when her phone vibrated with the demons affirmation. Lydia took in a deep breath, trying to hide the smirk growing behind her hand as she whispered, “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.”

If someone had a stopwatch it took approximately seventeen seconds for all hell to break loose, and while Lydia explicitly forbade the sandworms having only been half-kidding when she lamented to her friend, Beetlejuice still found many creative ways to wreck havoc in the classroom. Lydia was extremely impressed with his interpretation of the triangle theme, however, her teacher was none too thrilled when all the papers in the classroom were turned to paper airplanes flying uncontrollably around the room. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Lydia had something to do with what was happening, maybe it was the fact that she was nearly purple in the face from laughter while everyone else was either terrified or confused or maybe it was the fact that the green-haired demon in the room started the whole ordeal by shouting, “Check this out Lydia!”

In the middle of all the fun, Ms.Glick walked over to Lydia’s desk and stared at her sternly. 

“Looks like you’re in trouble Lyds.” Beetlejuice teased, Lydia tried to retort but he vanished before she could respond, leaving the room in shambles. 

Explaining the whole situation to the principal was quite the experience, nobody quite understood how the quite honor student somehow managed to summon a demon into her geometry classroom, but after promising to help clean up the mess that was made and given a three-day detention, she was sent back to class. The rest of the school day was amazing in her opinion, word spread pretty quickly about what happened and while Lydia was far from popular she was a hero in school that day, even a group of seniors high-fived her. She had such a great day that she forgot what she was going to be walking into when she went home. 

She walked home from school like she normally did but when she got to the door in dawned on her that for sure everybody in the house knew what happened. She clutched the yellow detention slip tightly in her hands and sheepishly walked in through the door. She was greeted by a fuming Barbara who was tapping her foot impatiently, “You pull a stunt like that again and YOU’LL be the one to never leave this house again, got it?”

Lydia nodded remorsefully and marched up the stairs to her bedroom where she was supposed to spend the rest of the night writing an apology letter to Ms. Glick for summoning a demon to her classroom and causing a disruption in the lesson. She was about two paragraphs into her semi-sarcastic apology when Beetlejuice appeared in her room leaning back on the air in a relaxed position, “Do you regret it, Scarecrow?” 

Lydia wrinkled her nose in a laugh, “Oh absolutely not. Next time I’m thinking-”

“THERE WILL BE NO NEXT TIME YOUNG LADY!” Barbara shouted from the attic

Lydia rolled her eyes and lowered her voice, “Anyway so next time I’m thinking that….”

[joontier]

Homesick

이호석 Lee Hoseok 

-- Fandom: Monsta X

-- Pairing: wonho x reader

-- Genre: humor; coffee shop! au

-- Word count: 1.6k

-- Summary: You have a paper due by 11:59PM and it’s already 11 and you haven’t had a single paragraph in aND THIS HANDSOME STRANGER CRYING IN FRONT OF YOU IS NOT HELPING

-- Note: One-shot for my ult friend @krwonhoe on twt 언니! 이 이야기를 잘 읽어 주세요~ 곧 만나장ㅇ

MASTERLIST

“He did what?!” you exclaimed, holding your phone to your ears with a vice-like grip.

Amy, the closest friend you had from literature class, called to inform you that your lit professor just moved the deadline a day earlier than agreed on when you had initially planned on sleeping in today – which was basically what happened but still, sleep! Need you say more?  

Your friend chuckled at your outrage, used to the fact that you never enjoyed being deprived of your slumber but you got up from bed nonetheless, inwardly cursing at your professor for being an ass.

You’ve been sleeping for the past eight hours, literally collapsing on the bed once you arrived from your morning class and when you got up from bed it was already six in the evening yet you still felt like you were deprived of such a lovely…hobby.

The end of the academic year was only an arm length away and your literature professor had given an optional extra assignment for those who wanted additional points for the course and your grade-conscious self thought that a paper wasn’t of that much work. Oh how much you regretted this.

When you managed to collect your things and take a shower, you encountered your roommate on your way out, a backpack slung over her shoulder and her other arm carrying a duffel bag.

“You’re coming home?”

“Yup! Sem’s finally over for me! When are you coming home?”

You pursed your lips in reply, and your roommate quickly understood your actions. She gave you a hug and a small squeeze on your shoulder before leaving the dorm.

It was already eight in the evening when you got out of the dorm, downing a full cup of instant noodles on your way out – a staple ever since you entered college. You’d brought your laptop and a few essentials with you on your way to a café you frequented at, and the local barista waved in your direction as she saw your familiar face enter the establishment.

You settled down on a comfy seat by the display shelf, turning on your laptop to go over the details of the assignment. Rubbing your face in annoyance, you stared at your laptop screen for a full minute when the barista comes over and serves you a cookie.

“School’s not over yet?” she asked and you scrunched up your face in frustration once more, and she looked you in the eyes, expecting an explanation rather than mere just facial expressions.

Skye had been working at the café for almost two years now, and you both have been well acquainted with each other, giving out extra cookies or helping her during her shifts – it wasn’t much for your new found friendship, but you both were grateful for each other’s company.

“My lit professor decided to move the deadline for a paper a day earlier,” you frowned, looking for some cash in your wallet and handing it over to Skye who shook her head, denying your payment for the cookie. “It’s on the house, don’t worry,” she reassured, egging you to continue your rant.

“Well, I have to finish a five-page essay in less than four hours, I haven’t had my full beauty rest, and I want to strangle my professor.” Skye laughed at your outburst, mentioning something about having your coffee served a few more minutes later when you’ve finally cooled down.

“You take joy in my misery don’t you woman?” Waving you off, she went back to her place by the counter and gave you a wink, gesturing for you to start with your assignment.

Two hours later, the only thing you achieved was a successful online purchase, an update on Twitter about how much of an ass your professor was, and finishing an episode of your favorite classic – Friends. Unfortunately for you, your laptop’s battery was running low and the only available seat next to the socket was one right across a cute dude that entered the café an hour ago.

Shit.

First of all, you weren’t anywhere near exceptional when it came to any form of human interaction, spluttering gibberish during introductory meetings, having the inability to withdraw from discussions which you had no interest in, the list goes on really. The mere idea of approaching a stranger gave you goosebumps and if you would be able to pull this off, it would be a miracle.

Secondly, the dude is quite the looker! You could barely initiate a conversation with a nine-year-old, let alone an unbelievably good looking man! There was no way you were going to go over there and ask if you could use the other outlet to plug your laptop in.

There was a coffee table that was a snug fit between the two seats, barely leaving any leg space for two people who wished to occupy the spaces and if you did the math correctly, everything about this situation screamed recipe for disaster.

Yet here you were, standing in front of the incredibly attractive man who was staring up at you as you stood there at a complete loss for words. Heaving a sigh, you started, “Hi. Would you mind if I occupied this seat? I really need a plug right now and my laptop’s battery is kinda dead.”

‘Oh god did I say too much? This is beyond embarrassing. Please say no. Please say no. Please sa-‘

“Of course,” he smiled.

Wait what?

“Great. Thank you.” You settled your stuff on the table, legs awkwardly stuck together to one side, the stubborn piece of furniture making you the least bit comfortable. Well, it was definitely better than not being able to get extra points for the subject right?

A few minutes in after your awkward interaction with the handsome stranger, you heard sniffing from across the table and this dude just shed a tear. You didn’t mind it at first, thinking that maybe there was something caught in his eye. Seconds later, you see his hand reaching for the tissue on the table and when you look at him this time, he was full on crying, tears steadily flowing from his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Ye- no actually.”

“What’s the matter?” When you checked the time on your laptop screen, two ones were staring back at you in all its glory. Great. Now you had only an hour left to finish the essay and you don’t even have half of a paragraph in. Was it too much of a bad idea if you joined this beautiful man on a bawling session?

“I just saw this video, shit, sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you really,” he rambled on and you couldn’t help but study his godlike features. He was a bit on the buff and muscular side, but his personality seemed to be the polar opposite – a complete softie. His pearly whites were definitely something that you’ll stick to for a first impression, the manifestation of a neat and well-groomed man. He was too handsome that it makes you question if you were even worthy of his sight.

By the time he was done explaining his emotional outburst, mainly driven by his homesickness because he hasn’t visited his family in six months, he mentioned that everything that remotely reminded him of home got the best of him and triggered the waterworks.

It was already 11:30 in the evening and you had lost all hope of passing your homework, all thanks to this stranger.

“I’m really sorry for the rant and everything else, but is there anything I can help you with?” he asked, diverting his eyes to your laptop and the book on classical literature beside it. You wanted to shove the book to his pretty face in frustration, but you were never one to make a scene, besides, you knew you were going to pass that subject, you just needed extra points in case it may affect your GPA to a certain extent.

“It’s okay, really. I hope you get to go home soon,” you smiled in return, taking the charger out of the plug. “I’m majoring in literature. If that’s a paper due tonight and it has to do something with literature, I’m doing it for you.”

Tempting.

“I really don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“I’m betting my ass you need my help right now. And think of it as returning the favor, alright?” Before you could reply, he was already grabbing your laptop and going over your three-sentence homework.

“Not bad for an introductory paragraph,” he nodded, glancing at you as he typed away. You were speechless. This stranger literally just cried his heart out in front of you minutes ago, and now he was doing your five-page essay, not even breaking a sweat. He only paused to take a sip from his coffee, and he continued to type aggressively on the keyboard. Usually, you’d fight anyone who would do such thing on your sensitive laptop, but at this rate, you really couldn’t care less.

11:50 PM.

Removing your laptop from his lap and placing it on yours, the stranger smiled, seemingly proud of his work. When you checked his work, he really did it, even exceeding the number of pages required. Impressive. You were convinced that this man literally came down from heaven to bless you with his visuals and do your homework.

As you sent the file to your professor, it just occurred to you that you never got the stranger’s name who was now flicking through the pages of your book. What was with this boy?

“Excuse me, I didn’t really catch your name,” you pursed your lips, instantly embarrassed at how you let this man do your paper and you never got his name.

“It’s Hoseok. Lee Hoseok.”

[shazyloren]

The Room: Chapter 12 - Writing the Essays

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12710496/chapters/29506974

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Jon was currently in the library with Theon and Robb, they were all trying to get their Transfiguration essays done before the next lesson the following day. But Jon couldn't concentrate much, he kep thinking about Patrol three days previous and that weird kiss he'd given Daenerys. Sure it didn't mean anything, he merely needed her to be quiet before their arguments escalated into something more, but she'd been ignoring him ever since and he got the uneasy feeling that when she did speak to him it would be a temper he'd never seen from her before.

He regretted saying she wanted the glory when he knew it was not true, he'd just spent so much of his past few years getting a rise from her that it was hard to transition from them hating each other to them trying to be civil. So when she started on her massive rant at him, to stop it becoming something more, he had kissed her tenderly. It was a brave move even by his standard. She didn't fight it, she just let it happen, and that was a weird thing to him. He was sure she might smack him or hex him. It was a calculated risk, put it had paid off.

He understood her now though, she wasn't entering the tournament for pride or glory. She didn't make the scene in the Great Hall for nothing; she genuinely cared for the welbeing of her fellow students. He hadn't needed to listen to all she said; he got it. She did like the grandstanding speeches though. He'd been witness to several of them and he wasn't about to listen to another.

He'd rather she just shouted at him now and got on with it. He probably shouldn't have done it.

It meant nothing right?

"Wait so... You can't summon food from nothing?" Theon scratched his head as his voice pulled Jon out of his brooding self.

"No. It's one of the Principal Exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfiguration" Robb confirmed. Theon blinked rapidly as if Robb had grown a second head and spoke Spanish. Robb rolled his eyes at their friends dim-wittedness when it came to Transfigurations. Theon was good at Astronomy and Arithmancy; he'd always struggled with Transfiguration. Transfiguration was one of Jon and Robb's stronger subjects. "Jon help me out here, Theon doesn't understand"

"Food cannot be outright created from nothing, it can be multiplied if you already have some food to multiply, it can be enlarged or the food can be summoned if you know the approximate location and are fairly sure the food will still be there" Jon spoke. "So I could go Accio chocolate cake without thinking of anywhere in mind and it would not work. However-"

Jon picked up his wand, thirteen and a quarter inch pine with dragon heartstring. He cleared his throat. Theon's eyes widened. "Are you really going to summon chocolate cake? We're not allowed food in the library!"

"You're not after you smashed a pumpkin pasty into the carpet. You know that took several scourgify attempts for Professor Marwyn to clean it all out" Jon laughed. He closed his eyes and pictured the Kitchens downstairs by the portrait of the pear in a fruit bowl. He knew they kept cake in huge chilled rooms on the left as you enter the portrait. He'd seen them when he'd snuck in many times with Ghost. Taking a deep breath he could almost see it in his mind. The rich brown chocolate covered sponge with buttercream and decoration. He could almost taste it. "Accio Chocolate cake"

He waited all of fourty seconds before a large chocolate cake zoomed in the air on a cake stand and landed softly on the table. There was a muttering of impressed looks from nearby tables who'd seen it all go down. Jon smirked to himself. Before Theon could grab for a piece of cake, he flicked his wand and sent it back to the kitchens. "Not fair"

"Not the dinner table" Jon shrugged. "So as I was sayi-"

"HE'S AN IDIOT, DON'T RISE TO IT SANSA!" Jon heard a voice squeak. His little sister was trailing behind Sansa's flowing red hair. Sansa was marching with her books towards their table while Arya dragged her bag along the floor.

"He spoils everything!" She sighed in defeat as she slumped next to Robb. Arya dragged her bag, they'd both earned glared from Master Marwyn who was signing papers. Jon gave an apologetic glance at him before turning to his sisters.

"Reminding you this is a library so stop shouting" Jon almost hissed. Arya shrugged and got out parchment and her copy of Standard Book of Spells: Grade One to do her defence homework. Sansa grumbled for a few seconds before getting her herbology homework out. "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing" Sansa snapped.

"Joffrey levitated a tarantula on her" Arya shrugged.

"I don't wanna talk about it" Sansa.

"She's not stopped complaining for three hours" Arya.

"Okay enough both of you" Robb ordered. Sansa rarely listened to Jon but she always listened to Robb. When she'd been very young she'd sided with her mother in the hate against him for being an outsider in this family. But Jon had engaged in a heart to heart with her and explained how he felt and how he wished things were different but he could not change anything. She'd accepted him after that  and they'd enjoyed a good siblingship (if that was even a word).

"Tell us what's going on" Jon asked politely. Sansa glared at Arya for causing a scene. Arya just shrugged and continued writing her essay.

"I was in the great hall with Jeyne and he thought it would be funny to put a spider on the ravenclaw table. He levitated it over but it landed on my head and you know I hate spiders. It was awful: I wanted to cry but I didn't because it would just make him happier. Professor Lannister saw and deducted points from Slytherin and gave him detention but he said he wouldn't turn up because his uncle wouldn't really give him detention"

Theon scoffed at this. The privilege he gets from Headmaster Lannister sometimes was not good. Jon wondered however with his father being Minister for Magic if there was only so much punishment of Joffrey's insolent behaviour that could happen without the Minister breathing down the headmasters neck. The Lannisters were a powerful and influential family after all.

"He's a pig" Robb grumbled. "Is he hitting you still?"

"What?" Jon exclaimed. "He hit you more than once?" Sansa nodded. "That little rat! I'm gonna-"

"Calm down Jon, its fine. I've got him back. William and I have just been and put Itching powder from Weasley Wizard Wheezes in the Slytherin boys dormitory" Arya stated causing everyone to turn their heads and stare at her. She had written a paragraph in the four minutes she'd been sat down, Jon noted. She was intelligent, very intelligent. She was also very abrupt and rude sometimes but Jon loved his sister for it. But itching powder in the common room?

Only Arya Stark.

"And how have you done that? Neither of you are Slytherin! You can't get into the dorm!" Sansa demanded to know. Robb rolled his eyes at the argument he knew was coming. They all knew it was coming. "Don't be causing more trouble!"

"Relax, no one saw us" Arya coolly spoke.

"Wait who's William?" Theon added.

"Potter, troublemaker if ever I saw one" Sansa sniffed. "And how do you know no one saw you?"

"Shut up Sansa, just because he is a fun person to be around and doesn't abide by the 'Sansa standard of how to act in society' doesn't mean he's a troublemaker" Arya argued back. "And we have our ways of getting places"

"You're lucky you didn't get caught, I should report you for it!" Sansa was a stickler for the rules.If Jon did not intercede now then they'd never stop. he knew his sisters too well and when they argued they argued big time.

"We did it for you so don't be rude!"

"Alright girls, enough" Jon's voice was stern with authority, even if it's gruffness sounded funny in his tone of voice. There was an uneasy silence as everyone looked at each other before backing down and continuing to do what they came to the library for. It was an hour before anyone else spoke again and by this time Jon had finished his Transfiguration essay and was asked by Arya for help on her Defence one. Sansa was breezing through her Herbology essay, and Theon and Robb were finishing up their stuff. "This is great, Arya, you'll get good marks for this"

"There's a but coming isn't there?"

"Only a little one - You need a little more evidence. You go back and forth on the theory of levitation charm and it's origins. You just need to be more decisive. I think that the wand movement best for this incantation is this, and then back up with evidence from your books. Leave the 'but this could also work out' as you look like you're second guessing yourself"

Arya nodded and said thank you, it wasn't an issue for Jon. He enjoyed helping his siblings with their work. He was about to go back to finishing the last sentence off on his essay when Robb spoke. "Heads up Jon, fiery blond at ten 'o' clock"

Jon froze. He looked up to see Daenerys with Missandei. She had papers in her hand and while Missandei took a seat at the opposite end of table she walked straight towards Jon. She hardly looked at him, keeping her head down as to not make eye contact. She reached his table and didn't make much more eye contact. "Err... hi"

"Hi" Was all Jon could say. He had said it meant nothing, it was nothing. So why did every fibre in his being feel extremely awkward looking at her right now. He'd kissed her, no big deal. It was not a big deal.

"Umm, the Gobstones club have officially moved from Thursdays to Tuesdays I need you to agree it and sign" She said passing a piece of paper over. Jon blinked for a few seconds before nodding.

"Sure" He squiggled his signature on the paper and handed it back.

"Also I've moved prefect meetings forward on Saturdays so they can be done in time for dinner. Our head meeting will be after dinner now, is that okay?" She was so nervous about something. Jon wondered if something family related was causing her to act this way but it couldn't have been. It had to be the kiss. Had it unsettled her? Made her scare or nervous?

If there was ever a time he regretted this kiss it was now more so than before. "Sure, that's fine"

"Okay, see you in class" She mumbled before leaving abruptly to go sit with Missandei. He could see her hair was almost down to her bottom, even in it's new braids she'd learnt to do; he frame was so petite she was almost all hair. Jon blinked. What had happened? He did not know. But something had changed between them because he was thinking about her hair and... no he wasn't thinking about her rear, that wasn't like him.

"Okay, what was that?" Robb demanded. Jon turned to see his family all staring at him.

"No idea" Jon said.

"Bullshit" Arya sighed.

"Language" Sansa.

"Whatever" Arya wasn't listening. "He is bullshitting us"

"It's nothing" Jon tried to say.

"Well it's something" Theon reasoned. "We're not stupid"

"It's none of your business" Jon shrugged.

"True, but that doesn't mean we won't find out" Robb agreed. "Maybe Miss. Targaryen is starting to fancy people who aren't related to her"

"ROBB!" Sansa snapped. Jon couldn't believe what he'd said. "That's uncalled for!"

Jon took one look at Robb before packing his things up in his bag abruptly. He glared at them all as he did. Grabbing his wand and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He wasn't about to rise to their comments, he wasn't suppose to care. But he did, he cared immensely; and this change in him scared him.

Oh Daenerys Targaryen, look what you've made me become.

A better person? Jury was still out.