#d: violet

[chapsticknmascara]

veryvisuallyappealing:

Oh that won’t be much of a game. Game implies you have a chance.

You’re implying I want a chance, but maybe I want somebody else to be the sexy one for once.

Or maybe I just want to squish your pretty cheeks (your choice which ones) and have a platonic sleepover. We can invite Pearl or Miss Fame or Katya or anyone you like.

@veryvisuallyappealing

[amycslade]

violet-jsyk replied to your post “No wonder Ben chose Mike over you. Have you randomly flipped the bitch...”

Excuse me?

Yes?

[matildafh-blog]

Kiss xD

Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate. 

"Violet, I told you I know what I’m doing!" Matt exclaimed as he continued to lather his Oreo with Nutella. From his peripheral vision, he noticed her cross her arms, raising both brows at him. "You’re an idiot," he heard her say. It wasn’t every day Violet hung out with him, but when they did they were always eating something— not that he cared because it was fun with not all the new combinations of food she was teaching him every time. And today was a special day in particular. They made petty little bets and whoever lost, had to eat something completely out of their normal eating range. Shrugging, he turned to her and revealed the largest mountain of Nutella on one Oreo. The expression on her face brought tears of laughter to his eyes, his grin growing wider by the minute. "A bet’s a bet, girly." He said, handing her the delicacy.

Knowing her, she didn’t back down and stuffed the sweet abomination into her mouth. She’d tried to stay poker-faced but toward the last of her chews, the sugary treat took a toll on her. “Swallow it,” he told her slowly, only realizing the connotation of his words at the last minute. “Oh my god, that’s what she said!” He burst out immediately. Luckily she’d already finished what was in her mouth before laughing herself. “Not only are you an idiot, you’re also immature. Good going, Harrison.” Matt grinned sheepishly and noticed a spot of Nutella on the corner of her lips. The right thing would be to point it out or maybe wipe it off himself, but he was having too much fun, he couldn’t stop now. So leaning over, he pressed his lips against the area and smirked after being pushed aside. “What?” he’d asked the flustered Violet. “God, I hate you!” He sighed. “Feeling’s mutual.” Another push followed by laughter ensued. T’was a good day.