#i drew this at the uni campus

[trashcan6]

Richard Sterling

Sorry for lack of art recently 🙏 Been busy... And I'm not good at organizing myself 😓

[feltit-wroteit]

Spoiled and Loved

Art Donaldson x Fem!Reader

In every way, you were the person that made the college experience that much better for Art. You, on the other end, were still struggling to find your place at Uni.

Watnings: inscure reader, lost reader, small angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader has rich parents, one s3x joke

There he was. In your usual spot in the cafeteria eating a lunch that his athletic nutritionist must've assigned him to eat. God was your boyfriend beautiful... "Baby?" He called you out of your trance and you smiled at him. "Come?" He motioned for the chair in front of him with his head. You walked toward it and sat down with your lunch that was healthy but certainly not planned. "Hey!" You said. You started eating and asking how his morning practice was and he smiled throught it all. After finishing his lunch and while explaining his morning, he drew mindless doodles on your left hand with a pencil. One was a tennis racket the other a heart and another a paint brush. Once he was done, silence had fallen and Art looked up at you, stopping his drawing. "Y/N?" Art asked while looking for your gaze. "Hmm?" You answered still looking at your left hand. "Look at me." He asked and lifted your head up with the help of his palm on your jaw. You looked at him and smiled. "How was your day so far, baby?" He then asked with certainty. You sighed and went to look down again, only to feel your boyfriend rubbing your jaw and hearing him hum no. When you met his gaze again you felt it.

The need to tell him the truth.

"Art?" He nodded at your interpellation, waiting for you to continue. "I don't think I belong here." You had felt like this for a while, but your boyfriend's joy at being here made that feeling simmer down a little.

That was until yesterday.

"That's Donaldson's girlfriend, right?" A girl said behind you during your history of the arts lecture. You normally tuned these type of conversations out, but today your ears decided that it was a mighty fine time to do as they wanted. "She play any sports?" The girl, Jenny from what you heard her friend call her earlier, proceeded to ask her friend, Luna. "Not that anybody knows of. Not to his level at least." The other girl answered with a certain turn in her voice. It wasn't a nice one at that. ""But she must do something else around campus for her to be with him, right?" Jenny continued her interrogations. "The only place other than her lectures that people see her at are Donaldson's games. She just does those two things that includes school life. People have said and know that she doesn't even have a major yet. She just does classes until she finally finds something that makes her spark. It's pathetic really." Luna said and chuckled with her friend who fired back : "Why would he want to be with her? If I were Art Donaldson-" And you never heard the last of her life hacks, because your ears decided you had been tortured enough as it was. The notes you had started taking were the only ones you took for the rest of the 3 hour lecture. Well, what was one more exam failed?

You would stay in this godforsaken place until you found a stupid major to work in life with.... Why bother studying right now? Your parents paid for your acceptance at Stanford. Your life was as corrupted as that.

"What do you mean Y/n/n?" Art asked with a concerned look and rubbed his tumb over your jaw. "I don't know what I mean by that. But that's also a problem, I never know..." you tried to explain but it was still unclear to him. He only wanted to comfort you and make you feel at ease at all times, but right now he couldn't understand you. That made him mad at himself. "I don't know what I am going to major in, I don't know why I went to college in the first place and I don't know what you find in me. Before you start to argue that point, I have to tell you that I don't doubt your love, I doubt my ability of being loved right now. I am a mess Art... I can't do it anymore! The only thing I do know, is that I'm going to end up like I always feared..." You continued to elaborate on your feelings while he was listening. "Baby... I love you for who you are. I'm sure what you feared for your future isn't even that bad-" you cut him off on that and laughed while letting some tears flow. "Oh yeah, it is. I will end up as every other rich kid who doesn't amount to nothing and will live off my family's money for my whole life." You said and removed his hand from your face. You didn't feel deserving of his touch right now. "Stop." He said sternly. How could he have left this go this far? How couldn't he have seen you were feeling like this? How bad of a boyfriend was he? "Y/n, you are not messed up. You are beautiful and intelligent and you are worth more than your family's wealth. You are important. Not only to me but to a lot of people. Listen, college isn't for everyone, baby. I know it 's easier listening than believing, but please don't pull away from me." He had tears brimming his eyes now.

What did you do to deserve him?

"I love you, Art. I'm sorry for upsetting you..." You explained and held his hand that had been squeezing the edge of the table. "Don't, baby. You do not have to appologize. I should appologize for not seeing how you had been feeling. Please... talk to me about these things. I want to be there for you like you are for me." He took your hand back in his to play with it lightly. "Okay." You said and smiled softly at him. "Okay?" He asked smiling softly too while looking into your eyes. "Yeah. I'll talk to you more about my feelings, baby." You nodded and affirmed.

As you both walked to your last class of the day that you shared, the girls of your history of the arts lecture passed you. They were looking at you and art with sadness. It was then you realized what they had been doing. Only wallowing in their jealousy because:

Art had chose you. Not them.

His heart was set on you and that made them mad. Some part of you felt like you could see them. Maybe you were loved by someone like they wanted to be, but you were also envious of how these girls would be graduating in Teaching in less than two months likw you wanted to be graduating.

Everybody was jealous of somebody in this world.

"Art?" You asked while going closer to his side. "Hmm?" He had answered when wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in even closer. "I think I'm jealous of you." You confirmed while giggling. "Oh yeah? How come, y/n?" He smiled at your randomness. "You have a massive dick. I want that." You said in the most serious tone you could master in that instance. Art burst out laughing and admitted that he was jealous of you too. "How come, Art?" You copied his sentence. "Imagine being as pretty as the one and only Y/n Y/l/n under sun rays. I'll pray for that to happen one day." You looked up into his eyes and stopped walking for a second. You smiled at him and went up to kiss him on his lips. The kiss was slow and full of love, just how you prefered then to be.

"I love you, baby. Even if you are a spoiled little brat sometimes." He said and tried to cover his head before you shoved his head to the side playfully.

[yaniluvs]

𝒾 ┆ ༊·˚ (승민) : STARS AND RAINDROPS “ 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠. ” ── crushing on your roommate-best friend is really.. eventful. especially when he starts crushing on the campus' favorite girl.

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𓍯 bsf!seungmin ʚଓ fem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ） 3.1k ── ༯ SERIES, angst, mature, fluff, comfort, petnames, unrequited love, melancholy, one sided, skz ensemble, music students, happy ending, trio of seungsung and reader, uni au. ⸝⸝𓂃 LiBRARY. /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི

yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ new series >< taglist for all fics/this series is open, so are requests. i'll try to stay as consistent as i can ;3. comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy reading <3

the brunette sat slouched on his dorm's worn-out, velvet couch, his eyes locked onto the ceiling but his mind clearly elsewhere. he hadn’t moved in the last half-hour, a dead giveaway that something was eating away at him. the room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner, the low volume of the random drama playing on the tv, and the occasional distant sounds from the campus just 9 floors below.

the sound of the door unlocking barely snapped him out of his trance. his dorm-mate pushed the creaking wooden door open with her hip, one hand loaded with takeout bags, a pepero stick hanging loosely from her lush lips, and her familiar, black, guitar case slung over her back, the stickers on it glistening slightly as it reflected in the muted sunlight. she huffed as she struggled to balance everything in her hands.

"guess which lovely roommate of yours got takeout!" she announced grandly, her voice still a contrast to his silence, despite muffled by the chocolate pepero in her mouth. she stepped inside with an exaggerated sigh, kicking the door closed behind her and using her feet to slip off her converses, the effort almost graceful. the strap of her grey tank top slipped slightly off her shoulder as she tossed her guitar case to the side, which she barely managed to catch before it hit the ground.

but that idiot, too busy day-dreaming, didn’t notice her, his eyes still distant, staring blankly ahead. without skipping a beat, the annoyed lady tossed the pepero box toward him, admittedly aiming for his– fluffy, brown hair that always drew her attention and made her drool; hoping to catch his undivided attention. the box smacked lightly against the top of his ear, ruffling a bit of his hair, then his shoulder, making him yelp in surprise. he straightened, finally aware of her presence.

"hey!" seungmin protested, grabbing the box and rubbing his shoulder to ease the ‘pain’,  as if the impact had actually hurt. "what was that for?"

“don’t blame me,” the girl in question simply rolled her eyes, an annoyed glint in her eyes as she struggled to walk with all the weight in her hands, him unbothered by her presence. “you were totally zoned out, daydreaming about eunha, probably?” her voice carried a subtle hint of meekness, though she tried to cover it up.

the loverboy slightly flinched at the mention of her name, his expression shifting from startled to slightly defensive. his eyes, usually warm and inviting, now held a depth as he shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "i wasn’t daydreaming about anyone," he muttered, his voice a bit too sharp, betraying the truth behind his denial.  (stage 1: denial but we’re on y/n’s side rn so fuck u eunha)

"right, because that totally explains the sulking," she shot back, her tone playful but her eyes sharp, catching every little telltale sign of his mood. 

y/n glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she unpacked the takeout, laying out the boxes of fried chicken and spicy noodles with precision, yet distraction. the savoury aroma of the food filled their small dorm, mingling with the faint scent of his cologne that lingered in the air. food and nothing else –  a simple meal that should have made him smile, but today, the same as the past few days, it felt more like her gesture barely registered.

"what, did felix crack another lame joke, and eunha laughed too hard at it?"

he groaned, leaning back into the couch, the takeout momentarily forgotten. "it’s just… i don’t get it," he finally admitted, his voice quieter now, almost as if he were talking more to himself than to her. "he’s not even that funny, man, but she just—" he trailed off, his frustration evident as he buried his face in his hands.

the girl just watched him, her heart sinking a little. it wasn’t that she hadn’t seen this coming; her roommate’s massive crush on the university’s most loved girl, who aced in academics and in talents, had been as clear as day from the start. but seeing him like this, so tangled up in feelings that seemed to lead nowhere, the stupid unrequited love, it bothered her in ways she didn’t want to know. 

she bit down on the same pepero, trying to focus on the crispy sweetness in her mouth rather than the ache in her chest.

"well, maybe he is kinda friendly or funny?” she blurted out, accidentally, earning a loud whine and a glare from the guy in front of her – that she almost choked onto the pepero.

“what i meant was.. maybe she just has a.. terrible sense of humour!" she offered lightly, hoping to lift his spirits, even just a bit. "or she’s just… i don’t know, blind?"

after getting some water, and washing her hands, the girl plopped down on the floor, her back resting against the edge of the coffee table, her knees drawn up as she tore open a pair of chopsticks. "if looks could kill, the ceiling would’ve been toast by now."

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, the strands flopping back into place with that annoyingly perfect, tousled look, she’d say. "you’re terrible at talking, i think shutting up would be easier for you."

she chewed offendedly on another quick pepero stick, her eyes never leaving his annoyed face. he could feel her gaze, like a warm, steady pressure, and it made him fidget under the weight of it.

 "look, i’m sorry but jisung and i, both, are really running short of ‘comforting’ phrases right now, for your certain unrequited love,” she quipped. she simply shrugged, used to this, as she dug into the bowl of hot noodles. “it’s been a year, seungmin.”

he avoided her eyes, joining her on the floor too, reaching for the same with a mumbled thanks, but she wasn’t about to let him do that just yet.

she lightly slapped away his wrist, “wash your hands first, dipshit,” she shot a glare, not wanting her meal to be ruined by his groggy, lazy attitude.

he groaned at the pain, standing up lazily, having no option but to obey her.

“being a close friend and a roommate to me doesn’t make you any less of a guy, you know!” she called out, the corner of her lip curled into a teasing smirk as she continued to eat.

they fell into a comfortable silence after that, the quiet ticking of the clock filling the space between them. she busied herself with the food, passing him a box of fried chicken, which he accepted with a small smile. he was grateful, of her and jisung both, even if he didn’t say it outright.

the next day.

the day rolled in quietly, the sun casting a pale glow through the blinds of her room, illuminating the soft dust particles dancing in the morning light. 

her roommate had been up earlier than usual, probably pacing back and forth in front of his mirror, combing through his dark, chestnut hair like a man on a mission. he mumbled to himself, practising lines as if they were the opening of some grand opera, but in reality, it was just another attempt to talk to eunha.

how’d she know that? you’d ask, but blame the loverboy. it was seven in the morning, their rooms were right on the two sides of the wall, so yes, she could hear his footsteps and groans.

fuck you, kim seungmin, she thought. turning her head away and pulling the blanket tighter over herself, she tried to slip into slumber once again. yet, even in her half-asleep state, she could feel the familiar pang in her chest. 

unable to sleep, she got up from the bed with a groggy groan, almost tripping on her slippers, before wearing them quickly. she walked out of her room, approaching his room, as she twisted the knob slowly.

she stared at the guy through the little crack, him being oblivious to her presence. nothing new, of course. 

"you know, practising in the mirror, early in the morning every day, won’t make you any better at flirting," she muttered, her voice hoarse from sleep.

seungmin stopped his pacing and turned to face her, the hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. "i’m not trying to.. flirt. i’m just– preparing," he said defensively, tugging at the collar of his shirt, trying to make it look presentable.

“you’ve woken me up for the ninth time this week.”

“oh.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “sorry, i’ll keep it down next time..” he mumbled out an apology, her eyes softening and glistening a light tap of vulnerability to his voice.

but she clouded it, once again, “you better.” she pretended to act annoyed, grumbling under her breath as she left his room.

during breakfast, the two met again. since it was a thursday, it was the girl’s chore to make breakfast. after a while of stir-frying vegetables, making 2 omelettes, and roasting some bacon, the brunette emerged from his room, smelling the food.

"does this hoodie make me look too… i don’t know, comfortable? casual?" seungmin asked, his brow furrowed in frustration as he fidgeted with the drawstrings, walking to the counter. his breakfast was casually plated well, as he reached the fridge to get the usual apple juice, mumbling out a quiet thank you.

y/n, who was too busy flipping the last omelette, which was hers, didn’t need to look up. "you look like you’re going to a study group, not a date," she quipped, fingers idly reaching for the black pepper from the upper shelf.

he turned to her, pouting. "it’s not a date, and anyway, eunha said she likes when people are… casual."

she rolled her eyes, biting back a sigh. "right. because clearly, what eunha says and what she does are the same thing."

ignoring her sarcasm, seungmin got his plate, his glass of apple juice, and mumbled a quick thank you again, before walking to the couch.

later that afternoon, the raven-hair found herself idly snacking on another pack of pocky sticks, on a bench outside the university cafeteria, sharing the space with jisung, who, as usual, had his earbuds in and was tapping away at some random beat on his phone, with the occasional talk. she glanced up just in time to spot seungmin standing across the courtyard, his face lighting up as he spotted eunha approaching with felix.

"here we go again," jisung mumbled, pulling out one earbud as he noticed the scene unfolding. "seungmin’s endless mission to woo the girl who has no idea how to even spell his name."

y/n couldn’t help but snort. "right? i swear, he’ll bring her banana milk today, and felix will show up with chocolate milk, and they’ll just stand there, offering her beverages like some weird vending machines."

"and guess who’ll win?" jisung raised an eyebrow.

"not seungmin, that’s for sure." y/n's voice was a little more bitter than she intended, but jisung didn’t seem to notice, too focused on the spectacle ahead.

as if on cue, seungmin greeted eunha with a shy smile, handing her a neatly packaged bottle of strawberry milk this time. felix, not to be outdone, pulled out a chocolate bar from his bag, causing eunha to giggle softly.

y/n watched the exchange, the ache in her chest growing with each passing second. it wasn’t just seungmin’s persistence; it was the way his eyes softened every time eunha smiled, the way his posture changed when she laughed—he stood a little straighter, as if her attention alone gave him some kind of superpower. it was… poetic, in a tragic way. 

"look at him," y/n muttered under her breath, her voice thick with unspoken feelings. "he’s like some lovesick poet in a cheesy romance drama."

jisung followed her gaze, and with a dramatic sigh, he added, "oh yeah, totally shakespearean. except instead of 'romeo, romeo,' it’s more like 'eunha, eunha, why don’t you notice me?'"

y/n snickered, even though it hurt. "and here i am, the sad side character in the background."

jisung glanced at her, eyebrow raised. "you sure you’re not the main character in this tragedy?"

before y/n could respond, seungmin beckoned them over from across the courtyard, clearly having noticed them. she sighed, pushing herself up from the bench. "come on, let’s save him from himself."

as they approached the trio, seungmin’s eyes lit up, clearly relieved to have his best friend and dorm-mate join him. "hey, you guys! we were just about to grab some lunch. wanna join?"

eunha smiled brightly, seemingly pleased with the idea. "yeah, come with us! the more, the merrier."

felix, ever the friendly competitor, added with a grin, "yeah, plus, we could use a buffer. you guys can make sure seungmin doesn’t steal all of eunha’s attention."

y/n forced a smile, ignoring the jab of jealousy that felix’s words brought. "sure, why not?"

as they sat down together in the cafeteria, seungmin was, unsurprisingly, absorbed in eunha, hanging onto her every word like she was some rare bird singing a once-in-a-lifetime song. he laughed at every joke, even the ones that weren’t all that funny, and leaned in a little closer every time she spoke.

and y/n? she could only watch from across the table, her heart twisting in knots as seungmin admired eunha the way she admired him. it was almost poetic, the way his gaze softened when he looked at eunha—the way he seemed to forget the rest of the world when she was near. y/n knew that look all too well, because it was the same way she looked at seungmin, hopelessly and silently.

felix, ever perceptive, seemed to notice the shift in y/n’s mood. he leaned over slightly, nudging her with his elbow. "you okay?"

she plastered on a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "yeah, i’m fine. just… tired, i guess."

felix didn’t push, but he gave her a knowing look, his gaze flickering between her and seungmin before he turned back to the conversation at hand.

"so, eunha," seungmin was saying, his voice almost reverent, "what made you get into photography? you’re so good at it."

eunha blushed slightly, twirling a strand of her hair. "oh, i’ve always loved capturing moments, you know? i think there’s something beautiful about freezing time in a picture. it’s like… you get to hold onto a memory forever."

seungmin’s smile widened, and y/n could practically see the admiration glowing in his eyes. "that’s… that’s beautiful."

y/n, on the other hand, silently picked at her food, each bite feeling heavier than the last. how long was she going to watch him fall for someone else? how long was she going to be the one sitting on the sidelines, waiting for something that would never come?

jisung, noticing her quietness, nudged her under the table. "you’re unusually q—" he whispered, or tried to.

she shrugged, shooting a glare his way. "quit it, squirrel face.”

jisung raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. he knew her well enough to recognize when she didn’t want to talk about something, and right now, her facade was clearly visible to him.

the air between them thickened slightly, a tension she couldn’t quite shake off. her heart pounded in her chest, its rhythm uneven, as her thoughts wandered. she stole a glance at the brown-haired boy across the room, her gaze softening as it settled on him. 

his fluffy hair, a tousled mess of warm chestnut, danced lightly with each nod and drift of the wind, catching the sunlight in a way that made it seem almost sun-kissed. 

he was talking animatedly with eunha, his every gesture filled with an energy she had grown to both adore and dread. 

his smile, wide and genuine, lit up his entire face, causing his eyes to shine with a brightness that made her chest tighten with a familiar ache.

his presence was magnetic, effortlessly drawing her in like a moth to a flame, even as she tried to resist. she watched the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the soft curve of his lips that always seemed to hover between a grin and a laugh.

 it was a sight she could never grow tired of, yet it pained her all the same. 

he was a picture of effortless charm, with his broad shoulders and lean frame, the way his clothes always seemed to fit just right. but it wasn’t just his appearance that captivated her; it was the way he carried himself, the kindness in his voice, the gentleness in his movements. 

but more the way he cared. not a lot for her, but for the people he loved.

the way he went out of his way for those he cherished.

even when she wasn’t one of them.

it was.. cruel, in a way. but how could she hate him? that’s the guy who made her fall in love for the first time. who made her feel ‘love’ for the first time. even when he didn’t know it.

he had a way of making everything around him seem brighter, more alive, more.. appreciated.

and then there was eunha. her presence beside him was like a shadow that made her heart sink into a deep hole, even as she tried to push the feeling away. 

eunha, with her flawless skin and effortless beauty, her laughter like music that filled the room. she was everything y/n wasn’t – poised, graceful, just.. perfect. and it was clear that her lover saw it too.

the hopeless romantic could see it in the way his gaze lingered on eunha, how his eyes softened whenever she spoke. the way he leaned in just a little closer to catch every word she said, his attention fully captured by her. his admiration for eunha was evident in every glance, every smile, every word he spoke to her.

she watched him as he admired eunha, the way his eyes seemed to trace every delicate feature of her face, the curve of her lips, the way her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders. 

his expression was one of quiet reverence, as if he were witnessing something godly, something precious. it was a look that maybe she, herself, found to be doing, to him who was so busy with someone else. the look, she had once hoped to see directed at her, but now, she could only watch from the sidelines, her heart burying with each passing moment.

y/n admired him with the same intensity, her eyes tracing the familiar lines of his face, the way his hair fell into his eyes, the way his smile seemed to light up the entire room. but while his gaze was filled with admiration for eunha, hers was filled with longing, a silent yearning that she knew would never be returned.

she swallowed hard, the knot in her chest tightening. she could hear their laughter ringing in her ears, but it was distant, drowned out by her thoughts.

it was too much.

[pearcesvn]

"Babe, tingin dito!"

bsd characters as your filo s/o

characters : chuuya , yosano , osamu !

filo!bf!chuuya who will wait for you outside your university, and texts you "babe, are you done with classes na ba?"

filo!bf!chuuya picks you up in his motorcycle, he bought a helmet just for you because he doesn't want you to get hurt / get caught without one

filo!bf!chuuya na nagkakarera.. uhhmmm..!!

filo!bf!chuuya who buys you your favorite food, even if it's expensive, he'll buy it for you !!!

filo!bf!chuuya whos waiting for you outside your university, if you're in dlsu, he would say hi to the cats, and might even give them treats!

filo!bf!chuuya who wears a black button-down, black trousers or maybe brown ? usually he wears jewelry, he would look so good in gold like ugh!!! he has those expensive watches.. ohmyghooodffgt

filo!bf!chuuya sends you sweet messages like "I'll wait for you nalang" and when you say no he would reply "Hindi nga! you can't say that! I'll go there and wait for you, even if matagal pa labasan nyo!" He doesn't want you to say no , he is like an actual toddler omfg

filo!bf!chuuya who gifts you so many expensive gifts, sometimes you ask him "why? is there a special occasion" and he would shake his head, while putting on the necklace he bought for you with his initials on it. then later you would search up the things he bought and see that some are discontinued, and think 'how did he even get that?!?'

filo!bf!chuuya kisses your forehead, your jaw.. sometimes.. under your boob..! he carries you whenever you open your arms, and leads you to the bedroom, and I'll leave your imagination on that one (note: sev cant write smut)

filo!gf!yosano is so clingy! she would give you so many kisses and would ask you to cuddle up with her

filo!gf!yosano who is in the same uni as you, she would sometimes see you in campus and jump on you

filo!gf!yosano who brings you to the mall and sees a pet adoption center and immediately starts dragging you to go there idk i have a feeling she would want to see cute munchkins

filo!gf!yosano who texts you "Babyyyy can we get mcdo? ppllleeaaaseeee!"

filo!gf!yosano who scares you a bit when you're hurt, but she gives you small kisses while she treats you. (maybe)

filo!gf!yosano kisses you everyday and everywhere, sometimes when shes in the mood for more intimate interactions, she kisses your neck and it immediately hits you!

filo!gf!yosano who would say "Baby, look here! Magttake ako ng photo!" she would take so many pictures of you

filo!bf!osamu who has kind of long (?) not rlly but medium length hair and asks you if you have a hairtie "Baby, may sanrio ka ba? I need to tie my hair!"

filo!bf!osamu who lets you do whatever you want, he'd let you put makeup on him "[name]! ang light ng foundation mo!"

filo!bf!osamu wakes up and sees himself in the mirror, seeing that you drew on his face using eyeliner, and tries to remove it but it's waterproof

filo!bf!osamu who wears a white button-down or a dress shirt, with some black trousers, and a bit of jewelry, and a rolex !!??

filo!bf!osamu would send a photo of his fit, and asks you "Mukha ba akong gwapo?" or would give not so kilig pick up lines, napaka corny!!!!!

filo!bf!osamu asks you if you want to move in with him sa condo or apartment nya, so he could help you with univ hw

filo!bf!osamu who gives you so many kisses! whenever you're around he is so clingy, when he's with his friends he's usually just neutral, and kunikida would mention you and he raises his eyebrows or something.. uhmmmmss!!!?

note : FIRZT HEADCANON KO owemjiz oh my gowd!!!! bye natatakot ako ipost i2..

for : @tsjmra i labyo hehwhhehee

[c-orion-o]

Drew this on my uni campus, so the only reference i had was some crappy images i saved from pinterest.

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Ten: Monty (Uni)

Sebastian and Viola forewent RTD's by the wineglassful in favour of study; no twin left behind in the quest for sophomore status.

In a single veer off academic course, Viola locked lips with Jacob Martin. They'd spent the afternoon together playing video games and guffawing at G A M E O V E R screens from hilarious missteps in difficult levels. It was easy to understand why aunt Bianca vouched for this guy - he was just plain fun. However, the kiss only met technical requirements and lacked a certain... spark. Viola chalked it up to being her first kiss ever, but also wondered if she was looking for the jolt of excitement that the wisp had conjured when it appeared in her bedroom; finding that feeling again would be an ethereal, impossible goal.

It would be easier to focus on the tangible pages of textbooks without such distractions in human form being on campus - or the colourful character that was Puck the faerie prince. The hills held their breath as he drew closer to the village that would be a perfect playground for history's first known university-educated plant-being! (Jacob sat next to him on the bus and emitted zero forest magnetism the entire way home).

"I would love to see a wild cockatoo," Puck said dreamily, as Riverblossom Hills rain sprinkled down his blueberry mullet.

"Hah, cock," Jacob replied.

The boys were back in town.

[bleaksqueak]

I wanted to ask you a couple questions about the school structure for the Veil if you can talk about it. It seems like the academy and university are fairly closely linked but do they operate basically the same as our hs/uni do? Like picking a major/trade kind of thing. I think I saw that Audric was listed as a post grad but still a trainee so is there reaper uni classes then a sort of practicum afterwards? I hope this makes sense. I’ve tried to write this ask 5 times now

So, I spent some time rooting around my files, because a long while back I drew a map of the campus grounds for the spire...but now I can't find it, so i wonder if it's one of the unfortunate victims that got jumbled when I moved to my new machine. Ah well. But yes! They're quite literally linked, since that's why I even went looking for the file. The two campuses are side by side and share certain amenities.

so these are some super rough unfinished concept things from my files, but this ought to at least show the physical setup. There's a primary school within the spire as well. Somewhere in there. I haven't decided yet, not that it ultra matters, so let's just say it's somewhere in the middle. As for how they operate-- You got it already, more or less! The schools themselves are famous for their reaper program, having been founded by the same scholar who founded the organization itself. Of course, with Veil attuned students being one of the rarer attunements, the island's --uh, resources , to put it kindly, and the focused study needed to train those who would take on the veil's blight, the schools have a bounty of academic wealth to impart on hopeful magi graduates as well as those seeking to become eidolons. So there's several fields here that will gain a shining education in their field if they put in the hard work (... And, strangely enough, they have a pretty good classic lit department.) Using reapers as an example, the path would be as follows: Enrollment to secondary school and all basic curriculum classes as normal > attunement > undergrad prep courses for the reaper program if it's accepted (most do) > first stage of graduation undertakes the Eidolic Aperature (Uncap Ceremony, breaking the limits of magi's natural magic limit) > If successful, second stage will complete the full graduation ceremony and go on to university > training /studying intensifies, focusing more on study (the nature of liminal tears, wraith winds, corruptions, and the tools reapers operate) and choosing which field they will pursue in the program, while all are given a basic training course in specific magics and hunting techniques that ramps up until > completing the four year program, grad students engage in full trade training, working as the island's main service of hunters, scouts and sentries. Audric is currently in the final stage of this, hence the gossip quoting him as "Just a student, but practically the real deal." Primary school is fairly standard as can be, but it's a bit more fun to learn those classic subjects when you have the fun of enchanted textbooks and a kind, quirky siren for a teacher who plans fun aquatic fieldtrips. At least she tends to be everyone's favorite (She's also a grad level professor who works specifically with Aetherbiology majors and Reapers in their first years of university. She's one of Audric's favorite professors-- if not his top favorite.) Lichgate in general is something of an outlier for how its schools operate, though. It isn't exactly standard practice to smash them together at the very top of a spire, or to offer such an exacting focus from the moment of enrollment (on in some certain cases, attunement) until you've essentially gained your equivalent of a doctoral/masters. The location sitting right on the Veil's most unstable liminal tear is to thank for that-- and of course, even if you don't care as much about your education, it somehow manages to be the safest campus. As long as you follow the rules, obey curfew, don't wander off, and do exactly as your professors say during any off-spire excursions, especially.

[zephersspace]

Morning, spooky onesssssss!

It is 11:59am when I'm writing this.

Ok, now it 12:00pm so...

Afternoon, spooky onesssssss!

😂😂😂

I would like to start this post stating that I strongly dislike online classes. My uni campus is on strike and we had to go back to online classes which of course doesn't makes me happy.

On another note, there you have my board, in which I poorly drew a haunted house for my last class. It was a pretty funny one. One of my students gifted me a happy face ring and a Frankenstein book marker. I love that chilpallate 💕

As for my reading... I've been procrastinating reading 100 años de soledad, and it's not bc the book is bad (on the contrary, I'm really liking it), but bc my headspace have been filled with my past yet again and I can't leave it aside, I'm working on it... just hope everything turns out well.

Aaaaaaand that's all!

🫧 Have a very fucking incredible time! Smile, eat and drink water. 🫧

Hugs your way, spooky ones.

Yours truly, ZepherJ 🖤🍄

[mainfaggot]

Dear diary

This morning:

1) there is a snow storm

2) my dad drove me to uni bc the trains were delayed

3) my organic chem lecture was so fast paced and the last time I drew a benzene was in senior year.. i have so much to revise today

4) now realizing that my gr 12 chem teacher was a really good educator bc his notes are identical to uni level concepts so i basically have those down i just need to review them a few times again

5) I'm going to a coffee shop off campus to study after all even though the thought was making me anxious all evening yesterday #exposuretherapy

6) my fingers are fuckingfreezijg while i type thsi

[rosieuv]

College started

I had to wake up at 6:30 for the first time in like 2 months and dug up my blazer jacket that I bought for prom and paired it with a white summer shirt, a yellow hoodie, light grey jeans and a tie I nicked from my dad and had to watch a youtube video just to figure out how to tie it. I don't know why the blazer looks grey and crumpled in the photo, in real life it's turquoise and has less noticeable creases in it. Mum now sees what I mean when I say that hoodies, ties and blazers go well together. God it got hot while walking though but it was worth it in the name of style.

I also had a packed lunch for the first time as keyboard lessons were more expensive due to them being twice as long so buying hot lunches was chucked out of the budget. I made a cheese bagel sandwich with mozzarella slices and packed it in a bag with a little pancake, 4 crackers, a little brownie and a banana that I didn't eat because it had been waiting for so long that it was going brown. I didn't think about how all the food would sit so everything that wasn't in the sandwich bag (the sandwich) had a faint taste of banana. I also bought a packet of crisps at the college's cafe as I was still a bit hungry afterwards so maybe I should figure that out.

I walked 20 minutes and across a roundabout to reach my new bus stop and a new bus came every 15 minutes so I didn't bother mesmerising the timetable. Luckily I live quite close so the journey only took like 35 minutes and I was an hour early and didn't know what to do. Very few students were there and I was mostly looking for the library so I could vibe until I had A-Level Music. After a google search I found the building but turns out it's being moved to some other building (there's like 8 buildings across 2 sides of a road and it resembles a uni campus) so I just drew in the study centre by myself for about half an hour. Someone I knew (kinda) from my old school came up to me to say hello. I walked over to the building with music in but ended up a couple minutes late as I was washing my hands when the bell went off and I though "oh it's the warning bell" when no, no it wasn't. The teacher didn't seem to care considering it's the first day.

The lessons are so much longer here. So long that in the middle there was a 15 minute break. I didn't really have anywhere better to be so I remained in the classroom drawing. There seems to be a lot of emphasis on performance but I kinda suck at preforming. At least A-Level also has composition. I had to leave in the last half hour though to go to an orthodontist appointment and I left when they were talking about intervals and intervals are cool and now I have to do catch up work just because my teeth jewellery needed tightening.

I ate my lunch at a table all by myself in the student commons room and I don't know if all the groups already knew each other or if this was a case of extroverts having good social skills, but almost everyone was sitting in a group. One of the teachers talked to me when I was eating my bagel. Nothing deep just general new school small talk. He said I'll find new friends due to the way classes are structured around A-levels, which you choose yourself so there's a common interest, but tbh I'm probably just going to be known as that weird quiet kid that knows way too much on video game consoles. I don't mind not having any friends my entire time there, but when you've been stuck in an all girls private school since you were a toddler to now, it shelters you and I want to not be that as I'll have one hell of a shock once I enter the real world and/or act like a snob unintentionally. Eh, whatever. I bought the aforementioned crisps in beef flavoured and it was mostly air dammit. I then did my music homework in one of the practice rooms so I could test the musical dictation on the piano. I then just started playing whatever and some girl hovered around my door so I let her in and apparently she could hear me blasting my music because I have no dynamic control on a piano and she said that she really liked it. Then my music teacher appeared and I said I was doing my homework, and then they both left. Someone was playing some ballad piano song (I assume it's the girl as it sounds like it's coming from the other room) which would occasionally change to fur elise. Then I still had some time left but I was bored so after asking a history teacher for directions on where the mac lab is, I went into Music Technology like 10 minutes early and was just fiddling with the mac until everyone else came in. (Music tech is a BTEC which is a different exam board and is more DAW stuff while Music A-Level is performance and theory. I was supposed to be doing Computer Science but I fucked up my exam because OCR sucks the devil's ass while marking so I didn't have the qualifications so the careers people suggested music tech as the 3rd subject and oh god I'm so thankful as I'm certain my college uses OCR for it's A Levels and I would rip my wrists open and develop a caffeine addiction if I had to deal with OCR again).

The actual lesson was interesting but I was the only one putting my hand up most of the time and also I've already used a DAW before (LMMS) so I picked up on how to use Logic Pro quicker than the others (I think, idk I was sitting by myself on an empty row) but Logic Pro has cool sounds that I want in a soundfont, but is full of little things that makes it a bit annoying. And mac. Mac OS is annoying. I wasn't really following the instructions and was mostly doing my own thing in Logic Pro. Use this plugin to automatically augment a bassline? Nah I'm going to keep pressing keys with this acoustic bass sound until I get a cool bassline. I stayed for half an hour afterwards to finish the song as it was cool and this is what I did:

There was also theory stuff too. In groups we had to type out a list of places you find music and I just ignored the people in my group and wrote my own list. Also music kept randomly playing and the teacher couldn't figure out where it was coming from so I listed "the poltergeist from the mac lab" as one place music comes from. After that I took the bus home and now I'm going to watch the 2nd Deadpool film because I'm tired and don't feel like doing anything but sit in my chair and morph into it.

[captaindibbzy]

I shared a house with someone at uni who was doing physics and she and her friends once had a HUGE rant about why was art on the science campus and not the humanities? And I remember having this stalling moment where I thought something was so obvious that how do you even go about explaining that to someone? Like art is on the same campus as STEM because ???? That's where it belongs?????

Her end of year project was making some top trumps style cards to be used in a classroom setting. Ma'am. If you were an artist you might be doing that better ma'am.

Like, from the desk you're sat at, to the diagrams on the wall, to the labels on the bottles, to the pen in your hand. Those were designed by someone. The model of the atom, the famous wriggle of DNA, the evolution of Man.

Beatrix Potter's illustrations on how mushrooms worked are some of the most accurate pictures ever made to convey how it worked, drawn at a time when people didn't know how mushroom rings worked ever made, and are still used today sometimes. Being merely a woman and a hobby artist she could not be allowed in to such estranged academy's of science.

Yes, that's the same Beatrix potter who drew the bunny in the blue coat.

Here is one of her works:

Studies of a Tortoiseshell butterfly and a Painted Lady butterfly, with magnified studies of the wings, by Beatrix Potter, about 1887, watercolour and pen and ink on card. Museum no. Linder Bequest BP.249. © Victoria and Albert Museum, London, courtesy Frederick Warne & Co Ltd.

Art and science are linked at the very core of their expression and this weird idea they are some how seporate and never to touch is baffling to me.

Why art belongs in STEM / STEAM

[arookcgi]

Year2 | Tri2 | Week1: Interactive project (Research) part 1

Thursday 18th January 2024

An interactive project sounds interesting to me as I have been a part of an interactive project in the past but this project requires us to use a new program called ECO. Going over the brief, we are required to pick an argument and create new interactive graphic novel with a character based story. But before we could brainstorm ideas, we started with a short activity where we had to draw something we did that morning and something that happened right after. First I drew a washing machine as I had put some of my dirty clothes in the machine to wash while I was at uni then right after I drive to campus. After we had drawn our two panels, one was to be our first panel and the second was to be our last panel. We then had to add three panels to expand the story between the first and last panels. I drew me grabbing my coat, car keys and packing my school bag. With these extra panels, it gave a better understanding of my daily routine which an audience could maybe relate to.

[image of activity]

We started brainstorming arguments we could make into a graphic novel and a story. I created a mind map of issues I felt was a serious problem or that people could better understand.

[scan of mind map]

From this mind map I decided to go down the route of the effects of pollution/fly tipping. I began to research further into the issues and effects pollution has on our planet and I found out that over 13 million tons of waste ends up in our oceans which affects the sea life drastically.

[scan of research]

[siiinfully]

OPEN. for: m connections: classmates, roommates, etc plot: she’s the new girl on campus and your muse is the first one she’s bonded with ( can be romantic or platonic )

“I’ve been chugging Mountain Dew like a monster,” she murmured, putting the empty neon green bottle back in her backpack. She’d already wiped the condensation off of the bottle, so none of her books or binder notebooks would get wet. “Coffee just doesn’t do it for me now. And with this being senior year…” Megan trailed off and bit her lower lip. “I dunno. It’s getting overwhelming, y’know?” She sighed and drew her pale pink highlighter over the last item on her to-do list. “Or maybe I’m just getting burned out. What with the transition from uni in Paris then back here.” Although her dad never made her feel like the divorce was her fault, her mom was a different story. She hated putting labels on people, but her mom seemed to be growing more and more like a stereotypical Karen.

[jmatcha]

Sometimes, we just want someone to listen. We just want someone to know who we were, how our myriad of experiences resulted to who we are now.  Sometimes we just want someone to know all the versions of ourselves at the different phases of our lives. The US when we knew nothing of the world. The US that’s full of naivety. The US when pain and suffering robbed us of joy. The US who once lived with the fear of losing all that we have and everything that we know. Sometimes, all we want is to be heard, but if it’s not asking for too much, perhaps be accepted and understood. For someone to acknowledge that “Yeah, that was foolish but it’s okay because you didn’t know any better then.” or maybe be told that “You did what you knew best, it’s not all your fault” or that “You were still a child then.” We become different people at various points in our lives and for some those versions become contradicting. We would sometimes wonder if our college friends would believe our high school friends’ description of us if they ever meet. In my case, I can imagine all the people who knows me gathering in one place, exchanging stories and then wonder if they’re actually talking about the same person. In High School, I was timid, quiet and shy. Had lots of friends and talked with them a lot. People knew me as someone religious. I wrote songs, poems and stories. I drew and painted and read a lot.  In Uni, I was everywhere. A student leader, student assistant, scholar just bouncing around campus daily with a thick office notebook in hand, frequenting offices in various buildings. I was too opinionated for some. Appeared too strong for other people’s comfort. Too rigid, overly confident and competitive to be well liked. These two versions although followed each other consecutively were entirely different. And what’s more surprising is that I am neither these two versions. If any they were both facades, of different type and built but facades nonetheless.

[madewithspice]

Connie Springer Headcanons

Something for the bad bitches who hype up my bald boy. Enjoy.

Connie collects random shit like the tabs of coke cans, the ketchup packets from takeaways and empty water bottles but that’s more because he’s too lazy to throw them out.

He can’t wink to save his life but he’ll “wink” at anyone. If you make eye contact with him, he’ll look like his eye is having a breakdown.

Connie writes down all the jokes he thinks of in one notebook because one day he’ll be famous and he can sell it. Most of the jokes are cringey puns and insults he used against Jean.

Connie is tatted like crazy. He has a full sleeve on his left arm snaking up to his neck. Lots of small tattoos that Sasha drew for him. He definitely got the heart with “mum” inside it as a dare from Ymir. Has a small matching JSC tattoo with Sasha and Jean.

His favourite artist would be Eminem and he takes pride in the fact that they’re both “bald” and have swagger. He also listens to Post Malone and is secretly a Taylor Swift and Little Mix fan.

Boyfriend Connie would be sweet and goofy. You’d think he’d throw jokes around and laugh at you but never would he disrespect his baby like that. His insults are for everyone but you.

He’s the type to drool a little while sleeping and his snoring, Lord have mercy, his snoring is earth trembling.

Connie was the kid walking around school with a speaker (I think the whole fandom agrees on this). Starting a mini rave in the canteen - just typical Connie behaviour. Definitely would play Who Let The Dogs Out? when teachers come to break up a fight.

Uni student Connie just stinks of weed. He’s your go-to guy for a chill time. He’s well known around the campus and likes to think he’s a trendsetter for his peers but his whole vibe is pretty mainstream.

Connie is weirdly good at dancing. He can go from Shakira’s hip wiggling to Snoop’s high shuffle dances. Very good at the couple dances too. Play a bit of light jazz and he’ll be spinning you around the room like he’s a Disney prince. He taught the other boys how to dance for their school prom. Sasha has a video of Connie spinning and dipping Armin which is strictly for the gang only.

Don’t mess with Connie, he has the dirt on anyone and everyone and wouldn’t hesitate to create chaos. Eren learnt this the hard way when Connie posted the video of Eren practicing kissing on his hand after he had drew on Connie’s face while he was sleeping.

- Kiki.

[jilytoberfest]

JilyFic - 4

Guess the author in this form!

The prompt: A is a literature major and has to do a character study from the novel that had been discussed in class but everything A writes is actually about B.

The fic is under the cut

Love vs. Autonomy

“Prongs, are you sure you can’t come to the pub with us tonight?” Sirius pressed.

James turned his body to face his best friend and roommate from his desk chair. “You know I want to, Pads, but I’ve got to finish this ridiculous character study, and then I have to meet my lab partner in the library to finish up our report for Biology.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “I thought Remus was the studious one.”

“Hey!” Remus swatted at Sirius’s shoulder in mock offense.

“We’ve been over this. I’m turning over a new leaf this semester.”

“Yeah, yeah, dreams and aspirations of writing movies—”

“The correct term would be a screenwriter—”

“Whatever. We’ve still got two years of Uni left. Let’s live it up and have fun!” Sirius dropped his last argument in the hopes of swaying James out for a night of fun until James threw out a compromise.

“How about tomorrow?”

“Suit yourself. You know where to find us if you change your mind.”

James nodded and waved his friends off as they disappeared out the door. Now that the room was settled in peace, James turned his attention back to the blank piece of paper.

Okay, okay, okay. Focus.

His eyes sweep over the instructions for the hundredth time.

Instructions: Choose a character from the classic novel, Jane Eyre, and discuss their characterization, including their growth from the beginning to the end.

James would be lying if he said he thoroughly enjoyed a classic Charlotte Bronte novel. Sure, they were timeless but so dry and difficult to get through. Reaching over the paper, he grabbed the tattered copy that he’d borrowed from the campus library and flipped through it rapidly, feeling the cool breeze the pages fanned over his face and taking in the scent of aging paper. At least he’d actually read the book this time and didn’t need to Spark Note it.

Jane Eyre is one of those classic literary characters, one that is highly respected for the strides they took within the setting of their story. It is telling that Jane has a strong head on her shoulders, and an unfailing belief system that never flounders even in the most trying of times.

Despite being orphaned and dealing with the cruelty of her Aunt, Jane maintains her trust in God, which helps her through the alienation that her life has thrown at her. She possesses a strong sense of self-worth and dignity, even with the abuse she receives, and is well-versed in what is right and wrong. Her passion helps to drive her emotions but is not completely overwhelmed by her need for autonomy at the same time.

As James wrote, he noticed the similarities with Jane and Lily, the lab partner he’s been harboring a crush for since the beginning of last year. For a brief moment, James contemplated whether that’s the reason he chose to analyze Jane instead of Rochester, who would have been the most obvious choice for his character study. Rochester was much more easily understood. His intentions were clear, whereas Jane flip-flopped through much of the story, unable to make up her mind until the end. But perhaps that was what drew him to the character.

She is truly a unique individual. She doesn’t believe she ever quite fits in, no matter what crowd she’s around. Nonetheless, she’s friendly and holds everyone she meets in high regard. Lily’s respectful, yet demanding, and holds no hesitation for what she believes is best for herself.

The way she refuses a date with a man because she’s unsure of his true intentions, or for the sole fact that she doesn’t want to give up her independence to be with someone else is both commendable and infuriating. It’s clear that the person she’s meant to be with is right in front of her, yet she’s insistent on denying herself true happiness because of ‘principle.’ Like the other guy is better for her?

Psh, please. Sure, he can talk a big game and say all the right things, but what does that mean in the end? Where’s the passion? Where’s the spark? Rochester loves her, and St. John...well, there’s something about him that’s not to be trusted. At least Rochester owned his mistakes, and never pressured Jane into something that she never wanted. He admitted his mistakes and accepted Jane’s choice, which is commendable for the Victorian period.

At least she receives her happy ending

A knock at the door to his flat disrupted James from his assignment, and as he got up to answer, he left the paper abandoned on the table to see who was there.

“Lily! What are you—”

“I’m sorry! I tried to text you, but you didn’t respond, and I didn’t particularly feel like waiting outside in the cold—”

“What are you talking about?”

“For some reason, the library closed early tonight. My guess is there wasn’t enough staff. I hope you don’t mind that I texted Remus for your address. I still was hoping we could get this lab done.

“Er, yeah, sure. We can go to the table if you want.”

James invited her in and she kicked off her shoes while he shut the door. He took her coat to hang up while she made her way over to the table to get set up for their study session. Now he was even happier that he’d stuck to his original plans and hadn’t let Sirius talk him into going out instead.

“Would you like some tea?”

“I’d love some, thanks.”

James headed to the kitchen to put the kettle on and waited. He wondered if tonight would be the night he plucked up the courage to ask Lily on an official date. And not just a study date. The kettle began to whistle and he moved about the small space, fixing two cups and bringing them out to the table where Lily sat.

“Hey, James, what’s this for?” she asked, holding the paper he’d been working on before her arrival.

“For my English Literature class. One of those character studies.”

She nodded, though her brows were knotted in confusion. “Do you confuse the main characters in the books you have to read with your lab partners often?”

“What do you mean?”

“You wrote my name in here where you clearly meant to put Jane. At least, I think you did. Maybe you meant another—”

“No, I didn’t!” he denied as he snatched the paper from his hands, but Lily didn’t seem to hear him.

“I mean, I guess it’s only a little strange that a lot of that seemed to—never mind.”

James scanned the paper until, sure enough, he saw her name in his handwriting, staring back up at him. “Bloody hell…”

At some point in his writing, he’d muddled the lines where Jane started and Lily ended. And of course, he’d left it out for Lily to find.

“Er, sorry, I—”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is! I’m flattered. To be compared with such an iconic character as Jane Eyre? Though I’d love to know who you think my Rochester and St. John Rivers are.”

James groaned at her teasing. “Isn’t you reading my mistake bad enough?”

“Oh, come on, what’s the harm?”

And James, never one to back down from a challenge, set his mild embarrassment aside. “Well, I’m Rochester. Obviously.”

“Of course.”

“And St. John is…” he trailed off, thinking of that creep Snape who sat behind them in Biology, always asking her to study with him, or if she wanted to grab a coffee.

“You don’t have to say it. I know.”

“You do?”

“Well, yeah.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Lily spoke up again. “And if it’ll help your paper, I have another similarity for you.”

“Oh?”

Lily smirked at him. “I’d choose Rochester too.”

James looked up. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t that. “Uh, Rochester’s code for—”

“You, you dolt,” she laughed at his question, making it obvious for him.

“Well, I had to check! So, does that mean if I asked you out to dinner tomorrow night, you’d say—”

“Yes.”

“Brilliant!”

James punched the air in victory and Lily smiled shyly. As they settled into their assignment, James began thinking of all the possible places to take her on their date. The only downfall—but it wasn’t—was that he’d have to cancel on the boys again.

Ah, well, they’ll understand.

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