“So I just put them here?” He asked as his hands hovered over her clothed breasts.
“Yeah you like grope them, like in the video,” she tells him.
His face scrunches at her words, “that’s such a gross word..who even made the word grope?”
“JAMIE!”
“What did I do? All I did was state my opinion, like how you don’t like the word moist,” he says with a grin.
“Wipe that look off your face and grope my boobs before I change my mind,” she demands.
Frowning he sticks his tongue out before his paint covered hands cupped her breasts. He kept them there for a second before squeezing, “JAMIE! You’re not supposed to do that!”
“And why not? Who said I couldn’t? It looks better this way!”
Staring at him she laughed shaking her head. Unable to stop himself he began to laugh as well as he placed his paint covered hands on her cheeks squeezing.
“JAMIE! These are a good pair of jeans! Get back here,” she yelled after him. The sound of his laughter echoing through the somewhat empty hallway. Running after him she passed Marlene who snorted with laughter.
I saw the quote and I felt like writing, might do a few of these idk yet
It was raining heavily outside as she sat shoulder to shoulder with James. Her eyes focused on the steady sound of rain hitting the window in the dorm he shares with Remus and Sirius. The two having left for the common room an hour ago.
Tilting her head she looks at James as he pushes his glasses up his nose. Her eyes attentive as she watches him then flip the page to the book he was reading. A muggle book by the title of Valley of The Dolls a book she told him about.
She picked up on his little habit of reading or buying things she expressed interest in. Just last week she expressed her love for Vermont Teddy Bears due to how soft and cute they were. That very same week she found one wearing a red jumper with the letter J on it.
Smiling to herself she looks back towards the window her hand in his free one. She let out a small laugh when she heard him mutter something. He had another habit when he was absorbing in what he was reading he would disregard any and everything around him. It was a sight to see as he would mutter to himself as if the book could speak back to him.
In that moment a thought came to her mind, “hey, Jamie…do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?”
The question was strange in the way that he didn’t expect her to ask something like that. Lifting his gaze from the book he looked her in thought.
“You don’t have to answer that, I was just thinking.”
“No I don’t mind, it just caught me off guard,” he started while closing the book. Placing it on his lap he nods his head, “some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
She couldn’t find it in herself to disagree as she leaned forward kissing him gently on the lips. What she felt for him and how he showed his love for her was too strong to be a mere coincidence.
“I’m starting to really dislike Neely..”
“Just wait a few chapters I’m sure you’ll dislike her more,” she laughed out.
“Is this enough mayonnaise?” asks the chipper Subway server, my sandwich on the other side of the glass.
“No.”
Her eyes widen slightly.
“More mayonnaise.”
She complies. More of the creamy, egg-based condiment is squirted from its cylindric prison, glistening atop my tomato, lettuce, black olives and cheese on ham and white bread.
“Is this alright?”
“No.”
She freezes. She doesn’t quite comprehend what I have said.
“I-- I’m sorry, more?”
“More.”
She pauses briefly, mouth open slightly in surprise, but she continues. My oppings nearly disappear under an oily layer of white.”
“Alright, that’ll be--”
“More.”
The server is shaking. Her hands tremor with fear as she squeezes the cylinder. My sandwich is no longer visible.
“M-Ma’am, I wouldn’t suggest--”
“More.”
“Ma’am, please, I’m begging you--”
“MORE.”
The server can no longer take the pressure. She faints, her limp body hitting the floor with a thud. I shake my head. She was weak. Weak, like so many of her former coworkers before her. The other workers cower, having observed everything from the back room. She was new. A necessary sacrifice. They do not charge me as I remove from the counter my sandwich-- nay, it can no longer be called that... my cleansing of mayo.
Okay... so... this might get ever-so-slightly too personal. As many of you who read my writing, whether on Tumblr, for the Fire Emblem Hack, or on AO3, may know, lately I’ve been updating my works/posting new content less and less. Before I reactivated my (old) Tumblr late last year, I was an avid writer, posting regularly on AO3 (I finished one work in about a month with 14 chapters and updated almost everything quite often), but recently, that’s begun changing.
Currently, I am enrolled in the advanced language arts class for my year, American Literature and Composition. I was so excited to take this class- I plan to major in English and Psychology, and I’ve always loved language and writing- but it’s been... taxing. I’ve gotten a steady grade of C’s and below, a B- on certain papers if I’m lucky. It’s wrecking my GPA. This was quite concerning for me, as I’d always gotten A’s in English classes-- heck, just last year I was top of my class and considered by the teacher to be one of the best writers in my grade. My performance in this class started to weigh down on my. I had never in all my years doubted my skill at writing-- I honed the skill as a means of coping with many things when I was younger-- but now, I wasn’t so sure. I started wondering if everyone who had praised me in the past was lying, or if I might have lost my talent. I stopped wanting to write for other people and with other people for fear that it just wouldn’t be good. I continued my new-found work with the Fire Emblem hacks because I wrote those supports for myself, as I still use writing to cope, but with everything else, I became quite keen to push off for as long as possible. I was writing several books, but now they’ve been untouched for months; all projects that I’ve been working on with other people, I’ve put off; and worst of all, everything I’ve published on AO3 has gone on hiatus because I can’t bear to touch it.
However, it’s come to light that it is not my waning talent that has been the cause of my “poor” performance in the class. I told my friends and my mother what was happening (my teacher refusing to grade my papers, giving me continuous bad grades, among other things), and now we think that the teacher might be discriminating against me because I’m black. It’s not much of a surprise, looking back; they were always quite narrow-minded, homophobic and bigoted. They even joined in on my classmates’ racist jokes on several occasions, the same classmates who swore up and down they’d find my blog (which I’ve since moved to this one).
I can’t leave the class, since it’s so close to the end of the year, but I will be taking summer courses at the local community college to make up for this year’s poor grades, and I’ve felt my confidence returning. So I’d like to give a personal apology to my followers, readers, and my friend @theplottinghoofbeast, who I’ve had a project with for sometime now that I haven’t finished and hope to return to soon. I hope to regain the ability to write more avidly soon. Thank you all for being good readers and friends.
The Vamps Blurbs #5 ~ You're Connor Girlfriend & James Pretends He Hates You ((James))
blurb; James is passionately in love with his best friend and band mates girlfriend Y/N and is a total asshole to her to cover up his feelings and to make himself feel better <\i> ((MORE<\b>)) "You're so beautiful, Y/N." Connor murmured in your ear as you lay sprawled out on his lap. His arms wrapped around you and face inches from yours. You and The boys were over at Connor's watching a film. You looked up and caught James staring at you from across the room. He rolled his eyes at you and turned his attention back to the film that happened to be Frozen. You thought nothing of it as you snuggled deeper into Connor's arms. "Y\N. Why do you have to be such a slut all the time?" James blurted out. Tristan shoved him hard. "She's not doing anything wrong James." He said sending you a sympathetic smile. James scoffed. "Actually Tristan. She is. She's tearing the band apart." They all ignored James as he fired more vicious words at you and accused you of everything under the sun. You never knew why James hated you so much when you had been nothing but kind towards him. However, he seemed to hate you. At any given chance he would call you names and insult you. "Don't listen to James, Y/N. I think you're perfect. I love you." His words were sincere as he placed a kiss on your forehead. You giggled at the contact of his soft lips and closed your eyes. "James, Where are you going?" You heard Brad call from across the room. James had walked out the room and slammed the door without an answer. "What's up with him?" Brad wondered out loud glancing at Tristan who was shuffling around awkwardly. "Tris.." He sighed running a hand through his long blond hair. "I think James walked out because he likes Y/N." Everyone fell silent. You were confused. "Wait. No. James hates me. Pretty sure he wants me dead." Connors hands were clenched into fists at your choice of words. "Has he said anything to you?" He asked becoming angry. "Yeah.." You pushed yourself up from Connor and followed the way James went out into the driveway. Instantly spotting him siting at the edge of the curb with his head in his hands. You sat down next to him and offered a harm awkwardly on his shoulder. "Don't touch me. Y/N. What are you doing here?" He snapped shoving your hand away. "James. Why do you hate me so much?" You asked turning your attention towards the ground. You was in between wanting to hear what he had to say but at the same time you were scared. After a moment of silence. James turned towards you and wiped away his tears. "I don't know. There's just something about you.." He trailed off. "I don't hate you." His words caught your attention. You searched his eyes for any emotion. The truth was James had fallen for you ever since Connor had introduced you to him and he knew that he couldn't have you. "What do you mean you don't hate me? James, you throw insults at him all the time. You don't know how much the words you say get to me.." His shaking hand reached out and grabbed yours. "I am so sorry Y/N. I never any of it. I'm just .. I'm in love with you.. So much that it hurts and I can't have you." He was full on sobbing in your arms as you rubbed your back. It reminded you of the time Connor was feeling homesick on tour and you had sat there and held him as he cried. "James. Look at me." He looked up at you after a second he looked back down and shook his head. His perfectly styled quiff was messed up and his face tear stained. "One day you will find someone that loves you just as much as you love them. But it's not me."
