#even his face freckles that dont show that often are so clear in the two pictures she sent me

[amedouce]

choi san pls save me

[a-very-tired-raven]

OKAY, FINALLY, THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! Welcome, my Grills, Dills, and Nonbinary Eels, to my pride art event!

This is how its all gonna go down! Im going to be doing a pride drawing, of my Oc Ameryllis. Due to some of you wanting to help out in some way, I'll be accepting your OWN drawings of him.

This will go up untill the 18th, which gives you all about a week to submit them.

All references I have of Ameryllis will be posted below, along with text descriptions because my handwriting is shit lmao. You do NOT have to participate if you dont want to.

Also, drawing your own ocs with him is welcome! I dont care what your drawings are, as long as they involve my fruity child. Feel free to ask any questions if needed!!! Also, buckle up, this is a long post. Alrighty *cracks fingers one at a time* Here we go!

A small description of Ameryllis to help get into his character: He was orginally my dolortale metta. Hes long since became his own character(though i may still use him as his orginal role), and i have unfortunately lost his metta design.

Anywho, Ameryllis represents the stage of acceptance in the stages of grief, hence the flowers hes named after. He has a GREAT love for theater, and uses this to help the undergound cope. He might seem stuck up and arrogant at glance, but this isnt the case. Though its incredibly hard to crack open his shell and see the real him. At first, hes a little cold, and hardly ever smiles, this making him hard to read as his emotions are very subtle, though his smug and dramatic demeanor shines through anyhow. Once you get to know him better, you'll find him showing that ever so slight smile more often, and youll see that hes really a total sweetheart, even if he has trouble showing it.( TSUNDERE). Even so hes very much a bitch, one that takes pride in how he dresses, and knows how to appreciate himself. ENOUGH OF THAT, BACK TO THE REFFS!!!!

Description: a large drawing of Ameryllis. There are notes above and beside. The notes are:

•The shorter hair on his left has a splityed part, resembling a triangle or curve.

• Permanent blush across Cheeks and Nose.

• Nose has slight darker color/highlight

• Freckles go across face, and above left brow, and go down the neck in a tight line before spreading a little.

• Cross earring.

Description: A large group of Ameryllis drawings, in the middle is an Outfit description labled 'Fit Check!' Notes surrounding these clothes follow:

• An arrow pointing to a yellow undershirt. The only thing visible when the shirt is worn are the classic puffy sleeves.

• An arrow pointing at a pair of black dress pants, with pockets in the back. To the right id an arrow pointing at a black hair tie.

• The unmarked clothing consists of a back tie/bow, a black cross earring, and a purple vest.

Description 1: Four upclose pictures of Ameryllis sketches. The first features Ameryllis tilting his head in a sly manner, with a grin, showing off a new look, which involves his hair somehow being even more curly then usual. Hes also replying to somehow not shown, saying "What else can I say? I like it~"

Description 2: The second sketch consists of Ameryllis saying his lines on stage, prefroming one of his plays or musicals. While his lines are blurred, his hair is tied for once.

Description 3: A drawing of Ameryllis. His facial expression has him looking in some sort of frustration. Nothing else is shown, so its not clear on if hes pissed at someone, or just done with everything. His hair is clipped into some sort of bun, with some hair hanging lose.

Description 4: A drawing of Ameryllis making a wry comment in mockery to someone not shown. The comment happens to be "Thats just too bad~". He has a pouty expression, seeming to be taunting someone.

Description: A Chibi drawing of Ameryllis.

Description: Two drawings of Ameryllis. The first features said character portraying an unapologetic manner, despite both shrugging and his words. His usual orange eye, is now red in an artistic choice, trying to convay that whoever he was speaking to is looking at someone dangerous. He has a sly grin while saying 'Opps~' which is implying he did something to someone in a ruthless manner.

The second drawing features a side profile of Ameryllis.

(1/2) I will reblog this in just a moment with a couple more drawings, along with the picrew i made his design in so you have a color pallet.

[harrysweasleys]

a little sunshine never hurt // d.m

Summary: hi alexa!!! if your requests are still open, could i request a draco x reader fic? in it’s the first day of holidays/vacation and the reader and draco are best friends who (obviously) have feelings for the other but think the other doesn’t like them that way, and they’re having a picnic at malfoy manor, relaxing in the sun reading or doing homework and draco just blurts it and confession + kiss?? if you can’t there’s no problem! thanks 🥰💓

Warnings: mentions of food! also v v short but v v sweet (also not proofread/edited so pls dont come @ me)

Word count: 1.9k

a/n: yikes, so completely ignore my message about not posing a fic before christmas because here i am, posting another fic before christmas. hope you all enjoy!!! xx [I DO NOT GIVE CONSENT OR PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE REPOSTED ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM!]

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Ah, finally summer break.

The start of the holidays meant that you’d now have a good months time to catch up on rest, relaxation, and obviously, assignments. Though you usually disliked the prospect of doing homework while on vacation, you couldn’t help but feel a little thankful at the fact that you now had something to keep your mind laced on magic while you were away from Hogwarts. 

Though you were staying with Draco for the first two weeks — where magic was very much present — you still liked to learn. You liked to keep that ever-growing passion for the magical arts, and you were most likely going to finish every single project within the first week of the break.

Draco, however, had different thoughts.

“Bloody ridiculous,” he scoffed, raising his hand to move his blond bangs out of his face, “Giving out homework while we’re on break? What kind of git does that?”

“Those are your professors, Draco,” you grinned, turning to face him, squinting slightly in the blinding sunlight, “Have a little respect, yeah?”

He rolled his eyes, laying back down on the freshly mowed lawn, his dark clothing most likely scorching his skin under the blazing afternoon sun, “Is giving out homework a show of respect? I don’t think so.”

You leaned up on your elbows, a fresh summer breeze rolling through and pushing your hair over your shoulder. It wasn’t necessarily a cold breeze, but it did cause you to let out a small shiver. Draco’s eyes followed you as you sat up properly, crossing you legs and reaching into the tiny basket that carried your snacks.

He had asked you to share a picnic lunch with him today, which came as a bit of an odd question, to be honest. A picnic? You knew Draco wasn’t the kind of person to ‘enjoy the fresh air’ so it was a little bit of a strange request coming from him, to be honest. But there was no bloody way you’d complain. An outdoor lunch with him meant that you got to spend more time one on one — it meant that you’d get to continue seeing the side of him that he chose not to show anyone else.

He was quite a complex fellow, if you were to be honest. In school, he closed himself off. He hid away from the world and kept his cold exterior up, not daring to let anyone in. You had gotten through to him — after trying for multiple years, of course — but there really was nothing better than seeing him as relaxed as he was when he was home. Maybe ‘relaxed’ isn’t the proper term; but he did have a totally different air. Less arrogant, less obnoxious, and definitely less pompous. 

It didn’t help your ever-blossoming crush in the slightest.

“Can you toss me an apple?” he asked, now mimicking your position and crossing his legs as well. His knee brushed against yours, and even though you were both clothed, you felt a jolt of sparks rush through your body. 

You let out a small cough to clear your throat, “Sure.”

Completely forgetting whatever it was that you were looking for in the first place, you tossed him the bright green apple that he had insisted on bringing to lunch. You were surprised that the Malfoy family didn’t decide to grow their own apple trees, to be honest, with how often Draco would scavenge the pantries for the perfect one to eat, they’d most likely be better off by growing some in their own vast yard.

“What are your plans for the summer, then?” he asked, taking a big bite, crunching loudly and closing his eyes as he craned his head up to look at the sky. 

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, his defined jawline and smooth neck looking sharper than ever under the bright sunlight, casting shadows around the base of his neck. His platinum hair hurt your eyes to look at, but even then, you’d love nothing more than to run your hands through it. While he rested his head on your lap, while you made out in bed, while you —

“Are you ignoring me?” he snapped your attention back to reality with the low chuckle in his throat.

“No. No, sorry, just got caught in a daydream,” you turned away from him, hiding the growing redness on your cheeks before trying your best to play it off, “I don’t really have plans for the remainder of summer, honestly. Just taking it one day at a time.”

You laid back down on the grass next to him, resting your arm at your side and brushing your fingers against Draco’s. Your heart jolted and you tried to quickly pull your hand away, but you felt his finger twitch against your skin, his pinky finger locking with yours.

It was as if you totally forgot to breathe.

“I’m happy to have you here,” he said softly, placing the unfinished apple down on top of the closed basket, giving you his undivided attention, “I’m gonna miss you when you leave.”

You could hardly think straight, but you couldn’t give in to his charm that easily. He’d only tease you for the rest of the break, wouldn’t he? But, it was hard not to give in. His finger was awfully soft locked with yours, and you could feel both the heat from his body next to you, on top of your own body temperature spiking. It was way too warm to be in the sunshine.

“I’m happy to be here, too,” you replied, voice awfully quiet. You were almost sure he didn’t hear you, but the way that his hand gave yours a little squeeze, you knew that he did. 

You two were often on the same page, it was rare he didn’t know exactly how you were feeling. And it was rare that you didn’t know exactly how he was feeling. Right now was one of those rare moments. You couldn’t tell if he was honestly just pleased to have you here — mostly to help him deal with his pain in the ass father — or if this was something more. More than friendship, more than just... platonic. You couldn’t tell what he was feeling and it was driving you absolutely bonkers.

How could you even begin to ask him? Could you even ask? How would that go?

“Hey, Draco, I think I like you.” Pathetic, really. What a way to embarrass yourself.

You felt his hand give yours another squeeze, “You alright?”

Turning to face him, you thought that it was now or never. When would you get another moment of privacy with him like this? Where you could tell him the truth without the possibility of being overheard? 

To weight the pros and cons; if he felt the same, you guys could get the next little while together before going your separate ways for the remainder of the holidays. But if he didn’t, you’d have to deal with the brutal awkwardness of spending the next ten days with him, knowing that your feelings were one sided. Then, you’d have to see him again once returned to school. It wasn’t a very balanced list, in your opinion.

“I’m fine,” you turned to face him, forcing a small smile. 

As mentioned before, Draco could always tell how you were feeling. Which is why he pulled his hand from yours, turning over on his side to look at you. With furrowed eyebrows and concerned written across his features, you wanted nothing more than to peel your eyes away from him and completely ignore his gaze. But that was nearly impossible. It’s hard to look away from Draco Malfoy.

“Something tells me you’re lying,” he said softly, eyes scanning your face as if he could read your emotions written into your skin — as if the light freckles dotting your cheeks could give him the answers he was looking for.

You sucked in a deep breath, feeling the expansion of your lungs in your chest — it felt as if you were going to crush your heart any second now. Quite an unpleasant feeling, really.

“I’m not lying,” you said, voice cracking as you spoke. The worst possible lie. There was no way he’d believe that. 

He scoffed lightly, “So you’re just going to ignore your feelings then, yeah?”

It was now your turn to sit up, leaning against one of your elbows as you turned your body to face him. His cheeks were tinted with a pale shade of pink, most likely from the burning sun. It was a rather warm afternoon for summer in England. 

“What feelings?” you asked, averting your eyes, choosing to stare at an ant crawling slowly up a blade of grass. Not fascinating, but better than giving in to Draco. 

“Y/N,” one of his hands reached over and touched your chin, lightly tilting it so you could turn your head up and face him, “I asked you to a picnic today so we could be alone, you know?”

You finally looked over to him, eyes scanning from the base of his throat, slowly up to meet his eyes, “Why?”

“Well, I thought I was being bloody obvious,” he grinned, “I like being alone with you.”

“But why?” you sounded like a child

His laugh was taunting you — effortless and relaxed. Completely juxtaposed to the raging storm of emotions going through your heart and head. How he could say something like that; so heavy and heartfelt, to acting like it was nothing, you could never understand.

“Because,” he scooted closer, his hand leaving your chin, but coming to rest atop of yours, “I don’t know how much clearer I can make this, but I like you.”

You looked over at him, eyes wide and mouth gaped open like a fish. You must look like a bloody idiot, but there was really no other way to respond to that. He liked you back. All this time, he liked you back. And you genuinely had no idea.

There were really no words you could say in response, so you decided on showing him how you felt instead,  placing your hand at the back of his neck and bringing his lips to yours. They were incredibly warm — possibly from the sun — and soft. Softer than the grass beneath your skin, and sweeter than the chocolates melting in the basket by your feet. He tasted like mint and green apple, a mixture that felt odd when spoken, but tasted like heaven when experienced.

You felt him mumble against your lips, “I’ll take it you feel the same way?”

Pulling away to let out a small laugh, you nodded your head, “If it wasn’t obvious, yes.”

“Just making sure,” he gave you a lopsided grin, his hand cupping your cheek to connect his lips to yours once again. 

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[lemonpeter]

Day 29 - Hate Sex (Sam/Bucky/Peter)

Y’all I won’t lie, I was really nervous to post this one because of all the issues I had Monday. But here I am. If anyone feels the need to harass me again, just block ship tags so that you won’t see this. I like writing and I know my writing isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But I’m going to keep doing it as long as it makes me happy. And if you don’t like that, go fuck yourself. Thank you. I hope everyone enjoys 🧡

Warnings: implied hate sex, borderline bullying, sexual tension, fighting, some dominant Peter sprinkled in there

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It was absolutely no secret to anyone on the team that they all didn’t get along.

Steve and Tony still fought occasionally, Wanda had the occasional beef with Clint, And Natasha and Carol didn’t always see eye to eye. They weren’t all going to get along all of the time, it was just the nature of being humans. Or superhumans.

But no one was worse than Sam and Bucky against Peter.

Sam and Bucky had initially had their differences, fought a bit. Then they determined that they had a bit in common. Slowly started tolerating each other. Then a bit more admiration than toleration.

Then they discovered their mutual distaste for Spider-Man.

Ever since the airport fight, they just couldn’t quite seem to forgive him. And that had been years ago!

But Peter always managed to get on their nerves.

Sometimes it all seemed like harmless teasing. Making fun of Peter for being the youngest on the team, telling him he wasn’t allowed to sit at the ‘adults table’ when they all ate together.

But other times it was more serious. A broken nose during sparring from Peter being a bit too enthusiastic, leading to a screaming match that had to be broken up by at least two people.

They were constantly pissing each other off.

Although...they would deny if asked, but there was definitely some kind of attraction there too. Building in the tension.

But it’s not like they would do anything about that.

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“Where the- Steve?” Bucky called, metal fingers tapping on the counter. They made a sharp sound, but he paid no mind to it.

Sam ducked his head into the kitchen at the call, eyebrow raised. “Cap one point oh is out. What do you need?” He joked. He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed.

Bucky groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of course he is. Of course. I needed to ask him about the mission he was...talking to...me about....” his words slowly got slower and trailed off as he watched Peter crawling on the outside of the glass window.

He was in the suit, assumedly coming back from some sort of patrol or little mission that Tony sent him on.

Because, as he was often teased about, he didn’t really seem ready for the big leagues. He was still a small time hero, helping old ladies cross the street and cute things like that.

Bucky watched as he crawled in, rolling his eyes. “The pest is back,” he mumbled under his breath, beckoning for Sam to come closer. “Wanna fuck with him?”

“Always,” the other man answered, dark eyes glinting mischievously.

So he stepped to where Bucky was, leaning in close as the soldier attempted to whisper his plan in as low a voice as possible so that Peter wouldn’t hear.

Except it didn’t exactly work out as planned.

“If I hear my name coming out of your mouths one more time when I’m not in the room, I swear-“ Peter shouted from the next room. The irritation was clear in his voice.

“Then come in here and we’ll say it to your face,” Bucky called back. Clearly a challenge.

Peter huffed, walking into the room and yanking his mask off. His hair was a mess, fluffy in some spots and flattened in others from the mask. His cheeks were red; likely from his swinging around and his clear annoyance at the other men. “What? What do you want?”

Sam snickered, covering his mouth. “Hey, calm down. So pissy for no reason, you just got here.”

The younger man stared at him, eyes narrowed. “You’d be ‘pissy’ too if your backup that was supposed to come was nowhere to be seen and I got back and he was making fun of me. So yeah, go ahead. Talk all you want. I could-“

“What, princess? You could what?” Bucky drawled. But he was confused. Was he supposed to be backup? He hadn’t heard anything about it.

Peter bit the inside of his cheek, taking a deep breath to try and calm down. Mentally count to ten like May taught him. He didn’t need to start a fight.

Sam watched, glancing to Bucky. “Anyways, what was that about backup? Was it him or me? ‘Cause neither of us were supposed to be doing anything today. And none of our stuff is really on...your level.”

Bucky was strangely silent, making a face as he listened. He was supposed to be somewhere. But he figured it would be alone. And Steve hadn’t been around to give him any more details.

“What? Suddenly remembering that, oh yeah, you were supposed to be somewhere today?” Peter snarked. “I know Mr. Rogers told you about it. He assured me I’d have backup if I needed it. And guess what? I needed it. And you weren’t there!”

Sam watched the argument curiously, leaning against the counter. He watched how Peter stepped closer until he was right in Bucky’s face. That wouldn’t go well. He suddenly wished he had some popcorn.

“Look, kid, Steve never finished briefing me, okay? I didn’t know that was supposed to be today. So don’t yell at me-“

“Dont tell me to stop yelling. Don’t. I will kick your ass if you even try to tell me to.” Peter stared him down, breathing hard.

Bucky was suddenly aware of how close they were. Too close. So close that he could make out individual freckles on the younger man’s face.

“Fine. Then kick my ass. Do as you please. Because you’re going to stop fucking yelling at me.”

Peter looked pissed. “I could take you. Have before. Both of you,” he snapped. “You act all big and tough and you think it’s hilarious to make fun of me but you always forget who actually wins in a fight.”

The corners of Sam’s lips twitched up into a grin as he listened. “Oh, you’ve taken us, have you? I don’t think you’ve taken us in the way that it really matters. Because there’s no way you could win anything like that.”

The fury slowly melted off of Peter’s face and he was left embarrassed and confused. “Wha-“

Bucky was still almost nose to nose with him, not backing down. But he heard what Sam said. “He’s right. You act all big, talk big, but I’ll bet you’d just melt if you actually tried to take us,” he teased.

Peter’s cheeks burned. “I wasn’t- that’s not what I was-“ then his anger seemed to surge again and he grabbed Bucky by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down into a (literally) bruising kiss.

It was rough and lacked any sort of actual passion. But they were both still breathless by the end of it.

When Peter pulled away, he turned his eyes to Sam. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this.” He let go of Bucky and walked to the other man, ignoring how he smirked at him. “You both want to act like I’m a child? Act like I can’t do anything? Then turn around and imply I couldn’t take both of you sexually?”

He pressed a forceful hand to Sam’s chest and pushed him back against the counter, ignoring the laugh he got. “Dont.” He warned. “You two think it’s funny. Well, I don’t. I’ll show you. And we’re playing by my rules.”

And hey, if Bucky was left breathless and hard by just the kiss, and Sam was definitely getting interested by the show of force, who would be there to confirm it?

Because it wasn’t like things would change. It was a one time thing.

Peter just wanted to prove himself.

And if he had to prove himself to them a few more times...who would have to know?

[readbyred]

hello! i hope i can request a matchup for a character in harry potter

i am 15 years old, i prefer guys, i am an istp and a sagittarius. of all houses, i think i’d probably be in slytherin. i dont have many hobbies other than watching different shows and playing video games. i am 5’2 with black hair that goes to my shoulders, dark brown eyes and i have a couple of freckles. i dont exactly have any types that i like/dislike.

I ship you with...

Harry Potter!

You definitely sound like Harry’s type both being a Sagittarius and an istp. One of the main traits of istps that I know of is their love for thrill and adventure and you’re definitely going to get both when you’re with Harry.

Initially he would be worried that all the events might drive you away or bring you harm but seeing how good you were at dealing with everything that came your way he felt at ease almost right away.

Also, I feel like you two could also balance each other well when it comes to house traits. Harry’s naturally brave and always up for a challenge which makes him a great companion, thought on the other side he lacks ambition and wit. I mean, really the guy’s super oblivious! Luckily for him you’re not and you often act as the brain either when Hermione’s not around or it's just the two of you.

Speaking of oblivious - when you two first talked Harry knew something was wrong right away.

You had those shining brown eyes that he could stare into for ages and your hair looked so soft and almost angelic. That's when he knew.

You were a Slytherin and he surely disliked you.What else could that be?

You had classes together all the time and when they were over he would ramble to Ron and Hermione about you. The way you laughed, how your face lit up when you got the answer right, how cute you looked when you focused. And one time Hermione decided to break it to him that he, in fact, had a crush.

After the initial shock Harry knew he had to do something about it.

So around Yule Ball he decided to ask you out.

All this time you weren’t all that aware of his plans and only sometimes when hanging out with your friends you noticed Potter glancing your way with that weird expression of his. Sure, you were smart but not a mind reader and so far the guy made it pretty clear that he detested your whole house.

One time Luna even asked you “Do you think Harry has a crush?” out of the blue which was pretty random considering she was never the one to talk about boys and such. When you asked her to elaborate she, again, asked if you think Harry likes you.

At the time it seemed so unplausible that you just shrugged and went on with your conversation. It pretty much evaporated from your brain and so when one of Beuxbatons’ boys asked if you wanted to go to the rule ball with him you went.

So much for Harry’s plan. He was so focused on getting to talk to you alone that he didn't get to talk at all.

But not all was lost because when that pink toad became your sorry excuse of a DADA teacher Harry started teaching on his own.

No Slytherin’s took part in this but as soon as Luna even mentioned you would gladly come you were in (much to the dismay of a couple of Gryffindors from the same year).

Soon most of the group warmed up to you and you made more friends. But more importantly, Harry got to set things straight and make it clear that he doesn't consider you an enemy either.

Surprisingly he turned out to be your favourite person to hang out with out of the whole group and you could find yourself blushing around your new friend and looking forward to each meeting.

And one time while helping him to clean up the room after a training session the subject shifted from usual goofiness and lighthearted teasing to relationships.

You circled around it until it was clear that Harry was, in fact, as dense as he looked so you decided to just asked if he liked you.

The initial shock wore off rather quickly and from there Harry confessed without much of a problem.

It didn't take long for things to become official and even less for the news to spread around the school.

You were screwed when it came both to Umbridge and those of the fellow Slytherins that stood by her side.

But with your newfound friends and boyfriend it all seemed like a minor inconvenience. And despite all the things that unravelled throughout next three years you two only grew closer.

Also I know this is all over the place but I need to mention Harry would absolutely love to play games and watch your favourite shows together. Him being raised in the muggle world makes him a perfect companion for movie marathons or gaming sessions. He’d also love to listen about your favourites and tell you about his too.

[1a-little-obsessed1-blog]

Its different now... A Nash Grier Imagine pt 2

Well Its the second day of school. I woke up at 6;30 and had a shower. I then prep my skin and realize I had a giant zit on my cheek. “Damn..” I mutter to myself, I had clear skin most of the time but hell strikes every so often and my skin will go mad. I washed my face and held a warm Towel against my skin. I then slipped on a bra and knickers. I walk to my room and see Nash sound asleep. I smile and put on something cute yet simple. I wore a loose jumper with black leggings, brown Timberland's a a beanie not really bothering with making my hair look fancy. I then applied my usual makeup but with a bit of lipgloss on my lips to hide the fact that my lips were dry. I open my bedroom door to go downstairs and just as i turned the door nob i was startled by the sudden crying of my brother. I then run to his room and pick him up out of his crib. I go to the corner of his room and warm up some milk in a microwave which was in the room. I then took him  to my room and fed him. I hush him down trying my best not to wake up anyone in the house.I then Hear the weight on the bed shift towards me and a husky voice say. “So this is Your brother?” 

I turn around and reply. “His name is Ace. I named him that because that day i had my final exams and i “Aced” the test.”

“What?”

“He resembles success and pride. to me he is everything.” I look down and smile i feel a tear well up in my eyes.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.. I’m just really happy. Having a sister is fun too. Tori’s amazing shes one of my bestfriends i can tell her everything and even though shes young i just feel like ive got my own little apprentice...”  I watch ace fall asleep finishing the milk.

“Does your dad know i’m here?”

“Probably, don’t worry he’s still really chill as always, dad never changes.” I giggle a little.”Im gonna go put the lil one in his crib.” i get up and leave him in his crib.I then run downstairs and have my breakfast. I have cereal with a cup of apple juice and a 1 liter bottle of water. I hear the footsteps of Tori slowly coming downstair. “hey T you ok??”

“Yeah im tired though like really tired.”

“What time did you fall asleep?”

“None of your business” She said grumpily.

“Ok whatever... I’’m gonna go upstairs.”

I take some breakfast for Nash upstairs and leave it on my bedside table with a note explaining a few things. I then put my backpack on and put of a bomber jacket. I go downstairs and leave the house. I take the tube to school and prepare myself for a brand new day. 10 seconds before i was about to enter the building i heard a girl scream my name. I Turn around and see Mahogany and Shawn, I run to them hugging them. “How did you guys get here?”

“As always we have our ways...” Shawn said.

“Hey can we come with you its kinda boring in our hotel.”

“Sure but you'll need a visitors pass.”

I take them to the school reception where i got them visitors passes. I then got my DSLR out of my bag and snap a few pictures of Mahogany and Shawn trying to keep the pictures as natural as possible. The bell rang and i took them to the visitors room where there was pretty much heaven, A coffee machine, A whole table of food and snacks and pretty much what a party would have.  then Walk to my first class which was Media. I was so bored in lesson i had been passing mid terms and all that good stuff with flying colours. 

__BREAK TIME__

I was walking to the visitors room to go pick up Mahogany and Shawn and as i was walking through the hallway i bumped into a tall figure. I nearly fell back before the person grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I look up to see a boy, he had beautiful emerald eyes, brown hair and freckles. he was tall about 6′2 I smiled. “Sorry. Uh... Thanks.”

“Dont be sorry i should’ve watched where i was going. My names Flynn Rightwood.” He had a cute smile.

“Zahra Korra Marglin, You can call me Korra or Zahra whatever..” I held my hand out and he shook it.

“I think i’ve see you before...” 

“Im new here its my first year...” I felt butterflies in my stomach and then i realised. Nash.. What the hell am i doing. I’m emotionally cheating on him.

“Oh.. My sister watches your videos on youtube!” 

“Oh right cool tell her i said hi. Well i should get going i have some people waiting for me. see ya!” I say before i walk away. I hear Shawn singing Some of his songs. I walk in and sit down with them.

~~~End of the day~~~

It’s the end of the day and I drop Mahogany and Shawn at their hotel which was only a few blocks away from my house. I walk home and once i get home i’m confronted by the whole family, they were staring at me piercing holes into my skin. That’s when i Saw Nash standing in the background smiling at me with an embarrassed look. Then Cheryl broke the silence “Jaz would you care to tell me who this is?”

“Let me answer that for you hunny.” My dad interrupted, “This is Nash Zahra’s boyfriend.”

“Cheryl come on I’m an adult i get it your looking out for me but NAsh and I have known one another for years...Please.”

“Dont get scared i was just startled when i saw a young man in your room munching away at a bowl of cereal and a granola bar.”

“Hehe I wish i was there to see that... When is dinner gonna be ready?”

“It’ll be ready at 8.”

We all end our little conversation and continue on with our evening. Nash and I sat on couch while watching friends. I liked looking at his eyes I missed them, they were really special. really really special they made me feel calm.

------9:30-------

Nash had to leave and get his stuff from his hotel. I was doing a few assignments and then Tori bursted into my room with a huge grin on her face. “What are you so happy about?”

“I have a boy friend!”

“WHAT?! TORI YOUR MUM’S GONNA FREAK OUT WHAT MADE YOU THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA YOUR 13!!!!”

“Let me do  something with my life please....”

“If you end up crying like the baby you are dont expect sympathy from me.”

“I Hate sometimes.”

She walks out of my room slamming the door, I didnt bother shouting at her.

----10:40----

I wasn’t falling asleep. at all. II decided to get up and continue editing future videos for my channel and scheduling them to upload tomorrow at 1:30. I hear knocking on the door so i run downstairs and answer the door thinking it was our drunk ass neighbors asking if they could puke in our bathroom. I open the door and see Nash standing there with a luggage. “Hey. come in its really cold.” I let him in.

“I’m so tired....”He muttered.

I take him upstairs and let him get dressed in my room. I then walk in and see him wearing only a pair of sweat pants. 

“Wow who took all these pictures?” He points at my wall of photos.

“I did they all mean something special...” I take a picture of the two of us off the wall and show it to him. the picture was of one that we took if us together on my 16th birthday.

“I remember that...” he hugged me tight.

“Let’s go to sleep you seem so tired.”I smile pulling him with me towards the bed.

I fell asleep in his warm loving embrace.