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kakksart · 8 months

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The Sleepover!

. ᕀ Tanjiro Kamado . ᕀ

. ᕀ Muichiro Tokito . ᕀ

The Two.

“Goodnight…” - (Name)

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-thank you to @anqellyicc on TikTok for letting me use your art!:3

Kid AU

The three of you, Tanjiro, you, and Muichiro begged your mother if you all could have a sleepover. Luckily, she finally agreed once she had enough of the begging. Here you three were now, playing tag and having fun.

You raced behind Tanjiro as you began to fall bit behind. Muichiro, which was the boy behind you was the tagger. "Tanjiro! Grab my hand!" You whined, not wanting to get tagged by Muichiro.

All you saw was Muichiro in the flash of an eye before Tanjiro grabbed your hand, making you run a bit faster than before as you began to catch up. now, you were beside Tanjiro.

Muichiro, who was out of breath gave a few deep breaths before standing still and letting himself calm down.

“Haha! Your too slow Muichiro.” You said, looking back before stopping. Tanjiro did the same before walking over to him.

“Are you alright?” Tanjiro asked, looking at him with his head tilted to the right. He nodded before looking up and smiling. "Yeah, just a bit out of.."

Muichiro muttured, before his sentence began to fade. He looked at Tanjiro with a smirk "Gotcha!" Muichiro said, tagging him and taking a few steps back.

"Hey! That wasn't fair! Hmph." He said, crossing his arms and putting on a pouting face. He raised an eyebrow before turning away.

“Hm? Hey, Muichiro, where is (Name)?” Tanjiro asked, tilting his head at Muichiro. “Oh.. Uhm, I’m not sure.. They’re always getting into a mess.” He giggled to himself before walking back.

“Why not pause tag to look for them?” Tanjiro asked. Muichiro gave a nod before Tanjiro grabbed Muichiro's hand and began to roam around in search for you.

From the corner of Muichiro’s eyes he caught a glimpse of you distracted by the sight of the peach tree with dangling peaches, wishing to be picked.

“Tanjiro, Tanjiro! It’s (Name)!” Muichiro said, tugging on Tanjiro’s hand and leading him towards you. Meanwhile, like the person you are you tried to pick the peaches.

You yelped in surprise when you felt someone, wait, no. Two people wrapped around you. You opened your eyes to see Muichiro and Tanjiro hugging you.

“Guys, I’m right here!” You said, chuckling a bit. Muichiro looked at you with a whiney face. “Where were you? We were suppose to play tag!” Muichiro said, his voice cracking mid-way.

“Sorry, I got a bit caught up! I mean, it’s so pretty right?” You asked, smiling before wrapping your arms around the two of them, snuggling your head into their shoulders.

“Yeah, I suppose..” Tanjiro said, looking around while smiling. “Hey, we should go to the house, don’t you think?” Tanjiro asked, looking at the two of you, a small laugh coming out of his mouth.

“Mhm! I’m sure my mom has already made food! Plus, it’s getting late anyway.” You said, getting out of their grasp and clasping your hands onto theirs before leading them to your house.

Let’s say you were pretty talkative the whole time the three of you walked back home. The reason why is because by the time you all got home Muichiro and Tanjiro basically knew your whole life at this point.

“Here we are! You guys like it?” You said, turning around so you could see Tanjiro and Muichiro. Tanjiro looked at the house before speaking. “Mhm, it looks so cozy!” Tanjiro said. The three of you walked in only to be welcomed by the smell of fresh food.

“You two can go upstairs! I’ll be helping my mom with dinner.” You said before giving them the directions of the house. They nodded and went upstairs like you told them to.

“Well don’t they look cute? One of them could be your little boyfriend one day!” Your mother said, causing you to turn around and be a bit startled. “Mom! You know they’re just my friends.”

You said, walking towards her and grabbing the plates that were stacked on top of each other. “Mhm, that’s what you’ll say now..” She muttered to herself, giving a small chuckle. You sighed, realizing she was never gonna give up on this.

The plates were now on the table, organized and tidied up. You were quite proud of yourself! You yelled out their names so they could come and eat. Almost immediately they came downstairs and sat down on the table.

Now, the four of you, your mother, Tanjiro, and Muichiro were sitting on the table happily eating your food and having a few small talks. It was so kind and fun. You always wished they could come over and have sleepovers, and now you have it.

“mph!” You finished your food before you began wiping your mouth off with a paper towel. “Thank you mama!” You said, getting up from the table and stacking your plate with hers since she was finished.

“Are you guys finished?” You asked Tanjiro and Muichiro, walking beside them and ready to take their plate. “Mhm!” They said. “Hey, (Name) I can take the plates so you don’t have to get up again.” Tanjiro said, getting up and taking the plates from you.

“Thank you Tanjiro!” You smiled before grabbing Muichiro’s hand. “Let’s go upstairs and wait for Tanjiro.” You suggested and began to lead Muichiro upstairs to your room.

You and Muichiro were just talking until which felt like an eternity, Tanjiro came into the room. “Sorry for taking so long, I wanted for help your mother clean up!” He explained, sitting beside you. “It’s alright, I should have been the one doing that.” You said, chuckling.

“I’m here too guys!” Muichiro whined, hugging your arm. “Your like a baby Muichiro.” You smiled before leaning your head on his shoulder and wrapping your hand with Tanjiro’s.

The night began to fall before you knew it. You listened to the sound of the crickets singing and the rain that patted the window. It was so calm and soothing. Your eyes were droopy and the same could be true with Tanjiro. Muichiro was dead asleep, his whole body laying across the bed.

You let a small giggle escape your lips when you saw him. “Hey, Tanjiro.” You said, turning your head towards him. “Yeah, what’s up?” He asked, tilting his head at you. “Do you wanna go to sleep? It’s kinda late..” You suggested, plopping yourself down onto the bed beside Muichiro.

He nodded before pausing. “Can we have another sleep over soon? It’s so fun here.” He suggested before laying on the opposite side of you and Muichiro. “Hmm maybe if my mom allows us to.” You thought for a moment and laughed.

He smiled at you before closing his eyes and letting his body rest. You turned your head to face the ceiling before closing your eyes. “Goodnight..” You muttered, grabbing the both of their hands and intertwined them with yours.

I am so sorry for the delay, Summer is over sadly.😔 Takes me a bit now! So future works might not have a schedule!🩵❤️ Thank you so much for reading!

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incorrect-spideytorch · 2 hours

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So, I’ve been thinking a lot about spideytorch lately (as I am one to do) and a question popped into my head:

What is the most important spideytorch comic panel?

There’s a ton of great options in my opinion, but I think there also is an answer (at least for me) so now I am going to subject all of you to my thought process. Get ready for a way to long post breaking this down.

The most obvious starting point has to be this classic

Johnny Storm is going full house husband for Peter Parker, I mean c’mon! add in the fact that he’s in his undies and the way that he’s leaning over peter… yeah this is a classic. This might be the most famous spideytorch panel out there, but I don’t think it’s the most important one.

Another classic (but more antagonistic?) one takes place, of course, at the usual place.

To me this is peak identity shenanigans and the stuff that fanfics are made of. The betrayal, the heartbreak, the complications that go into the conflicting way these two view identity, oh boy I could talk about that shit for hours, but as an individual moment, it doesn’t really crack most important for me, it needs a bit more affection (they’re very bad at affection sometimes).

Another panel that came to mind very quickly for me is this set.

Johnny literally only had to say his name and Peter knew exactly what he meant and what he needed. This is top tier levels of communication, both between them and from the creators to us. I think this is another one that I could talk about for hours. That being said, it doesn’t feel important enough to me.

A friend in the spideytorch discord server posed this panel as the most important spideytorch moment in the comics.

I’m just gonna put their quote in cause it’s great. “I think this is one of my favorite panels cause Johnny was just speaking generally and Peter was like ‘oh my god! Actual wise words form johnny’ but also, I love that this was a more important moment for Peter than Johnny.” I must say, this entry is extremely important to spideytorch and gave my choice a run for its money. I don’t have a huge reason for not making this one the most important, other than personal taste. For their relationship, this is a key moment and sets them on the path to actually being friends (at least on Peter’s end), but idk it just wasn’t doing it for me.

Another panel I was reminded of thanks to this submission was this moment.

It’s not quite as impactful as the past one by a long shot but I do think it’s important. After being rivals for so long, to see Johnny give a genuine heartfelt compliment to Peter is fantastic (haha). This feels like the other half of the previous set of panels. There we had Johnny encouraging a stranger and here he’s encouraging his friend.

Some other friends in the discord server suggested the moment that Johnny invites Peter over to watch his sex tape (yes this is canon).

(Not pictured, Peter swinging away and saying he needs to take a cold shower). Now I’m not saying that the most important spideytorch moment needs to be serious, but I think this moment might be too unserious to claim that title. This moment was huge for the fanbase because holy shit did, he actually say that, but for their relationship, I just don’t think it was as important as it was to us.

Now I do want to knock out a few honorable mentions that I would hate to miss.

First, this look given to Spidey by Johnny, I mean yeah, he’s in love.

And to balance the lovesick flirty scales I must expose Peter as well.

Next, this heartbreaking moment that basically admits to the audience that Peter’s world becomes chaos when he loses Johnny. That shit hits.

Of course, the moment that gave us the ship name.

A panel that lives in my head rent-free because honestly marvel what were you attempting to convey here other than the fact that Peter really wants to have hate sex with Johnny Storm?

To take us outside of our duo, this quote from Ben Grimm, because honestly same.

And of course, I have to include the panel which showed us the first time (on page) that Peter told Johnny he loved him AND gave us canon proof that these two have “date night,” many a fic writer was fed well.

And how could we forget! THE USUAL PLACE! Literally any panel mentioning this is top tier because its so good, like the core of the fandom honestly.

Lastly, before moving on to my own more serious contenders I have to share this parallel that @sciderman shared because I love it.

Now to my serious contenders for the title of most important spideytorch panel (please remember this is all my opinion and I mean no shade). This will be a top 5, but just know some of these rankings are pretty flexible (even flexible with some panels from the beginning), and this question should not be taken as seriously as I am taking it, I am fully aware of that.

Number 5!

So, I know that I discounted the sex tape scene earlier because I didn’t think it was serious enough and it didn’t do enough for their actual relationship, but I had to include this one I’m sorry. A lot of this is personal taste but the implications here are *chefs kiss* The first time I saw this panel was actually on Pinterest with the caption “wait a second, did spider-man and the human torch have sex?” which says it all for me.

Beyond that, this moment also shows how they reach out to each other when they have problems. Strange children show up in Peter’s life and the first person he calls about it is Johnny. Again, this is not the most serious, but I love it. This moment shows the banter of their relationship, how they care about and rely on each other, and also potentially reveals that they’ve had sex. There’s a lot to take in.

Number 4!

I will be honest with you all, this moment is here almost entirely because Ben’s quote lives in my head rent-free. Everyone around them sees how they feel about each other besides them. When they were rivals others could tell they actually liked each other and when they became friends others could tell that it was deeper than that. I think I especially love this panel because it conforms that we’re not crazy for thinking there’s something there but also because Ben specifically cites the way Johnny looks at peter. That is very specific and says a lot. I can’t imagine Ben would say this if the looks Johnny gave Peter were purely platonic, and just ahhhh, there’s so much said here just in one line from Ben. There was of course the Ben moment earlier, which I also love, but something about this one, the more specific phrasing of it I think just shoots it up my rankings a lot.

Number 3!

If you’ve been following me for a while I don’t think this is a surprise at all, I have already done a very in depth post about this panel so I’ll keep my thoughts brief. Red Skull knows that hurting Johnny will hurt Peter, Peter’s Spidey senses go off FOR JOHNNY, and we are given so much angst potential, I love it.

Number 2!

This one is probably a more popular choice than my number one, and I totally get it. The excitement and joy bursting out of Peter when he finally realizes that Johnny is here, he’s real, and he’s alive really gets me. Plus, the added context to the uniform comment being that Johnny literally left Peter his family and his spot on the team in his will. The amount of pure love in this moment and its larger context is abundant, platonic or romantic, it’s there. I feel like everything I could say about this panel has probably been said before, but it is definitely worthy of being the most important spideytorch moment, even if I have one that beats it for me.

Number 1!

For those of you who don’t know, this panel comes from Peter visiting Gwen’s grave and talking to her. That fact alone breaks me in half but then the things he says to her shatter me. Every spider-man fan knows how much Gwen’s death broke Peter, it destroyed him to lose her. Just the fact that Peter admits Johnny brings part of him back is amazing (haha) because that is a hug feat. But then he shatters me even more with his final sentences. After Gwen’s death, we often get a peter who spends too much time as Spidey in order to avoid having to cope with Gwen’s death as Peter, but also as a way to cope with the loss (he’s a complicate man). Spideypool also gets a lot from that arc because of Wade’s reaction to Spider-Man not holding back as much and becoming less of a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and that’s true. The fact that Peter feels like he’s becoming who Spidey is supposed to be again when he’s around johnny is huge! But then! He corrects himself. He’s not Spidey again, he’s Peter. The real person, the man behind the mask, comes back. And then you get the final correction. He’s not just peter again, he’s *Gwen’s* peter again. He is the him that existed with Gwen when he’s with Johnny. That speaks volumes and breaks whatever parts of me are left. How am I expected to read this and not think that Johnny and Peter are soulmates?

Now, I will acknowledge that this is much more of a peter moment than a joint spideytorch moment, much like the moment suggested by discord friend earlier. If that disqualifies it for you as the most important spideytorch panel, I get it. However, for me that doesn’t matter mainly for one key reason. So many classic spideytorch moments show a lot of Johnny having feelings for Peter or making a move on Peter. There have been a lot of times when I’m trying to get a friend into spideytorch, and I feel like I have to clarify that its not as one sided as it seems. Johnny is much more out there with who he is and doesn’t hide his feelings very well (except maybe from himself). So, when we get any spideytorch moment that hones in on peter’s feelings and love for Johnny, that feels so huge to me. This moment alone proves that it isn’t one sided, Peter has deep feelings for Johnny, even if he’s not sure what they are yet, he knows that what they have is special, he wouldn’t be telling Gwen about it otherwise. While it may not be as famous of a spideytorch moment, its an important one, and for me it’s probably the most important one.

Anyway, this has been a way too long post about this topic but if you made it to the end thank you so much! I would love to hear other people’s thoughts on this topic so feel free to share those. Also, just a reminder that these are my opinions, and I am not in charge at all so don’t take it too seriously (unless you want to).

If you’re interested in hearing me, go more in depth on any of these panels (or any other spideytorch panels) shoot me an ask because I could honestly talk in depth for a while about most of these panels and I would love to do so. Thank you again for reading this way to long post and good night spideytorch nation.

#spideytorch #alt descriptions coming soon!#peter parker #johnny storm #peter x johnny #peter parker x johnny storm #mine :)#fantastic four #spider-man #marvel #comics #spideytorch meta #marvel meta #enjoy my chaos

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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This is from Steve's girls' POV

Ooh I love your continuation. Sorry I took so long to get back to you! Both of those girls really don’t have a choice. I’m curious about that “buyout” haha. Steve’s girl says she’s not minded towards baking. I wonder if she ever shows Steve some of her other talents that might impress him. Maybe she’s a good dancer? And he likes her private show. And is Steve a faithful lover or do things ever escalate with Bucky’s girl?

No worries. We all got things to do. Here's a little somethings.

Know Better

Bucky: Just Desserts, Three's Company

Continuation of Baked Over

No explicit warnings but you know the tone of my work. Steve is controlling.

Please let me know what you think <3

🥧🥧🥧

You put away what’s left of the pie, placing foil over the top to keep the crust fresh. As you rinse the crumbs off your hand and turn on the dishwasher, you sense a shift to your left.

You look over as Steve fills the doorway, brushing his fingertips over his thick beard thoughtfully as he watches you. You give him a smile.

“That was nice,” you say to fill the silence of his consideration, “thank you, Captain.”

“Mm,” he breaks the threshold as he pushes away from the doorframe, “I’m curious, did she help or did she make the pie herself?”

You blink and keep your smile from fracturing, “we both made it. Wasn’t it good?”

“Very, but honey, this wasn’t just a playdate, you have to learn,” he stops before you as you stand with ankles crossed and sway anxiously. You put your thumb to your lip and sink your teeth into the tip. “Stop that.”

He nudges your hand away and girds your nervous habit. You instead nibble your lower lip instead. He tuts and runs his thumb across it as he deters your chewing. You make yourself stop.

“Sorry,” you swallow as you look up at him, his eyes drowning you at once, “I helped. Promise.”

He tuts doubtfully, “if you’re going to be my wife, you need to learn, not help.”

“I’m just not good at it but I’m trying,” you wince as he lifts his hand to cradle your face, his skin rough and calloused, sending a shiver through you. Get out if you can. Too late for that.

“You’re good at other things,” he resigns as his hand descends and he curls his fingers to caress your neck with his knuckles, “great at things…”

“Thank you, Captain,” you try to keep cool as he brushes his finger down the strap of your apron.

“Maybe she can come back,” he speaks as he plays with the frill along the sweetheart cut of the apron, “teach you more… she’s good, you know? Obeys. And she keeps Bucky happy,” he looms over you, “and she’s beautiful, isn’t she? Keeps herself tidy. Sometimes when I watch them together… I wish we were more like that.”

“Sorry, Captain–”

“Yeah, I think he knows,” he continues as he gropes you through your clothing, “doesn’t leave me alone with her anymore and I can’t say I blame him.”

Your chest twinges at the suggestion. You can’t help the shadow of a frown that casts over your face, “you…”

“I won’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind but she’s my best friend’s girl and I got you, honey,” he shoves two fingers into the deep pocket of your apron and tugs with a growl, “mmm, I want you…” he steps closer, “upstairs…” he grazes your hair with his other hand, “in only this,” he runs his fingers back up a fold of the apron, “waiting for me…” he purrs as he leans in, his hot breath sending a shiver through you, “and you can show me what you’re good at.”

“Yes, Captain,” you answer.

“I gotta lock up,” he tilts his head until his neck cracks, “but you better be ready for me…” he frames your waist and snarls hungrily as he eyes your body, “I’ve been ready for you all night.”

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!stever rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #dark drabble #ask drabble #dark!drabble #mcu #marvel #bucky barnes #captain america

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randomwriting-misc · 2 years

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Endangered | Chapter Ten

Paul Lahote x OFC

Endangered Masterlist

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, "Anna", moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

A/N: We are getting spicy here friends. 18+ warning for the end on this chapter

Warnings include: penetration, fingering, oral (fem receiving), cursing, Paul being a simp

MINORS DNI!!!!!

Charlie made me cry one more time that morning, by ordering pancakes from the diner and bringing them home for me, continuing the tradition I was sure would be forgotten since Bella’s birthday. It was just us at the table, but that was okay, it was always just the two of us nowadays.

It's now almost 11:30, and I’m in front of my mirror, staring intently over the clothes I had on. I didn’t want to wear my usual jeans and t-shirt, but the corduroy skirt I was wearing hugged my curves in a way I hadn’t exposed in a while. I was more inclined to be bundled up lately, still not acclimating well to the cold. I had tights on, and after debating for a few more minutes, I figure that if I really get cold, Paul’s 108-degree body heat could help. Sliding an oversized beige sweater over my head, I tucked it into the skirt. Satisfied, I adjust Paul’s bracelet, so it wasn’t under the sleeve, I liked being able to see it.

I added a gold pendant on a long chain that belonged to my mother. It was a sun stamped into gold, and the protection magic in it was actually hers. I am pulling on wool boot socks when I hear Paul knocking on the front door.

I rush to open it, but as I open my bedroom door, Bella walks out into the hallway at the same time, stopping me in my tracks.

“Hi,” I say as she looks me over quizzically. She nods, about to walk past me to the bathroom when she stops.

“Where are you going?” She asks, surprising me. I couldn’t remember the last time I heard her actual voice.

“Oh, uhm... I’m going to my birthday party.”

She flinches at the mention of birthdays, and I move to head downstairs, not wanting to cause Charlie more strife tonight by reminding her of the last time she saw the Cullens. As I reach the top step, she calls my name.

“Anna? Happy birthday,” there’s a tinge of regret in her tone, and I force myself to smile and say thank you.

Charlie has beaten to the door where Paul stands in jeans and a Henley shirt. They are engaged in what seems to be a meaningful conversation, Charlie’s hand on Paul’s shoulder. Charlie is speaking lowly so I can’t hear, and Paul’s face is void of any telling emotion. I clear my throat to announce my presence.

“Ready?” I ask. They both turn to face me, and I can feel the relief Paul feels from my interruption, followed by another emotion I can’t discern as he looks me over.

“Yeah,” Charlie says, “I hope you have a good time Anna, be safe, be responsible, no peer pressure and all that.”

“Got it, Uncle Charlie. No intravenous drugs, just the tame stuff,” I say, walking over to Paul in the doorway, putting an arm around him.

“Haha, very funny,” he says dryly, “Happy Birthday kid, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Nodding, I grab my bag that was already by the door. I’m not sure how Paul got Charlie to agree to stay overnight with everyone, but I’m sure Emily had something to do with it. I say goodbye as we walk to Paul’s truck.

“You look gorgeous as always,” he says helping me up into the passenger seat, that same discernible feeling thrumming through my chest.

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“Happy Birthday!” A chorus of voices greets me as I enter Emily’s house, making me shriek back in shock, then laugh. Sam and Jared are in front, with Emily and Kim by their sides, and scattered around the room are some of my friends from school, Mike, Eric, Angela, and Jessica. With Bella isolating herself so much, we had all banded together, bonding over our concern and feelings of abandonment from the other Swan. In her absence, Mike had even turned some of his flirty attention on me, I’m shocked Paul invited him.

Emily’s house has a gorgeous open concept, with large French doors leading to the backyard, where everything is decorated. Smiling faces crowd me one by one as they take turns giving me hugs. On the table, Emily has laid out an array of food, I can smell something on the grill in the backyard.

I thank everyone and they shortly break off into smaller groups, Sam and Jared go back outside, and to my surprise, Eric and Mike follow. I turn to Paul, wrapping my arms around his neck in a hug.

“Thank you,” I whisper, “You were right, I would have been sad without celebrating today.”

“Of course, love,” he says lifting me off the ground for a moment. When he puts me down, he tells me he’s going to check in with Emily and Kim, making sure there wasn’t anything else they needed help with, and instructing me to go see my friends, and to not lift a finger.

Jessica and Angela are giggling on the couch, and they pull me between them when I approach them.

“Anna, you have been gatekeeping,” Angela says.

“Yeah,” Jessica chimeds in, “At first, I was kinda pissed when you kept blowing us off, but now? If I was surrounded by multiple tall, darks, and handsomes, I wouldn’t be hanging out with us either.”

I throw my head back in a laugh, “It’s not like that. I love you guys. I just don’t get to see Paul all the time with his schedule.”

“Mhm, sure, do any of them have single friends or brothers?” Jessica asks.

“Not that I know of, but if I meet anyone who fits that description, I’ll let you know,” I wink, sending them into another fit of giggles.

Paul steps out of the kitchen talking along with Emily and Kim, when his eyes land on mine, he winks, and I know he heard our conversation. Rolling my eyes, I lean back as Emily and Kim join us as he walks outside.

“Like I said, "Jessica whispers, “I get it. I don’t know what is about you Swan girls seducing the hottest people in town, but I would like some of it.” A small surge of jealously runs through me, but I laugh it off. Excusing myself, I go out to see the boys surrounding the grill.

“Are you all supervising?” I joke, pushing Jared away to stand next to Sam. Jared playfully shoves me back before letting me into the semi-circle the boys had made.

“Well, who else is going to make sure Sam doesn’t burn anything?” Jared says sarcastically.

“Are you doubting his mad skills?” I say, feigning shock. Paul's arms wrap around my shoulders from behind me, kissing my head.

“We would never,” Paul says, a smile evident in his voice. Eric and Mike agree, and I’m happy to see everyone is getting along. Soon, the food is ready, and everyone comes outside as Jared starts a bonfire.

It’s a perfect afternoon, full of laughter and joy, something I was worried I would lack today. In the middle of Eric recounting a story about how Mike tried and failed, to surf a storm surge on La Push Beach, Paul nudges my shoulder, getting my attention.

“Come with me,” he whispers. Helping me up, I follow him to the front of the house.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“One of your birthday presents just got here,” Paul says like that would explain everything. Before I could ask what he could mean, Jacob steps out from behind a car, and I freeze. I had missed him so much in the last few months but wasn’t willing to let him continue to act like that towards me.

Looking at Paul skeptically, he nods, and I break out in a smile.

“Hey Anna,” he says timidly, “Happy Birthday.” I run to hug him, catching him off guard and he grabs onto me, the breath knocked out of him.

“Hi Jake,” I mumble.

“I owe you an apology,” he says sincerely, and I pull back from him.

“Yeah, you do, but later? I’m just happy to have you here as long as you can play nice.” I poke the center of his chest.

“Scout’s honor,” he says holding up his hand. I smile and grab his hand leading him back to the fire to introduce him to the new faces. Paul follows beside me, and I open a connection to him briefly.

This means the world to me, thank you so much.

Anything to see you smile, he replies.

Jacob is just in time for Emily to bring out the cake, and I hope that this will show him that there isn’t anything nefarious going on in our group. The rumor that Sam started a gang was absolutely ludicrous.

The “Happy Birthday” song is loud and terribly off-key, but somehow it just makes it better. I laugh so hard I almost can’t blow out my candles, as cheers erupt around me at the table. Paul kisses me on the cheek and leads me away from everyone as Emily passes out pieces to everyone.

“I wanted to give you your present,” he says softly, holding out a small, wrapped box.

Curious, I open it, trying to not rip the paper, which makes him chuckle.

Opening the box, my breath hitches, revealing a necklace. There’s a dainty gold chain, a singular pearl in the middle.

“I wanted to give you a little piece of home to keep with you,” he says showing me the name of the company, located where I grew up.

For the third time that day, a few tears fall down my face.

“Thank you,” I whisper, “This is more than I could ever ask for.” He silences me with a kiss, taking the necklace out of the box. I turn around and lift my hair up so he can secure the clasp, before turning around. My hands find the sides of his face and I pull him in for another kiss, his soft lips against mine, he holds me close. His lips part slightly, deepening it as I run a hand through his hair.

“I love you,” he breathes, breaking the kiss, peppering small pecks across my cheeks and nose. Suddenly, the discernable feeling from before clicks, love. I knew on some level we loved each other, but to hear him say it made my heart soar.

“I love you too,” I admit, giggling as his lips ghost over a ticklish spot on my neck. Picking me up, my legs lock around his waist as he kisses me feverishly, hands steadying my hips. The feeling of love pulsing between us.

I whisper his name as little breathy moans escape me, his lips making their way down my neck.

“Would you like to stay the night with me? At my place?” he asks, switching to kiss the other side of my neck, I lean my head back in a gasp.

“What about-?”

“He’s gone for the weekend, it’ll be okay.” He reassures.

I nod and he lowers me back to the ground as rowdy noises from the living room are heard.

“Let’s go back before the start wondering where you are.”

Flustered, we walk back to the group. I sit on the couch, and Paul walks over to help Emily. I pout at the distance, but Jacob sits down next to me.

“Hey Jake,” I smile.

“Hey, how ya holdin’ up?” He puts an arm on the back of the couch behind me, and I lean my head on him, turning to face him. His skin is warm to the touch. I wonder how long it’ll be before Jake is put through the change.

“Surprisingly well, it would have been a lot worse without them,” I say, looking over at my friends. Sam is messing with the frosting, getting some on Emily’s nose as she tries to chase him off, Paul is talking to Eric and Jared, laughing about something I can’t hear. Jessica, Angela, and Mike are talking to Kim, with smiles on their faces.

“You really like being around them?” He asks skeptically.

“Yeah, I love it. They are really amazing Jake,” I say, crossing my arms and lowering my voice, “I don’t know why you seem to hate them so much.”

“They just act like they are in control like the Reservation is theirs and only theirs,” He says, “But hey, whatever makes you happy.” He throws his hand up in defeat. I can tell he’s still not happy about it all, but it’s better than having him hold animosity towards me.

“Paul makes me happy,” I say confidently.

“Well, let me know if he fucks up, I’ll defend your honor before saying anything snarky.”

Laughing, I push him away, and he falls back dramatically.

“Sure, I’ll keep it in mind Jake.”

He laughs, and my heart warms to have Jacob back in my life, even if it might be a tentative process.

As the sun sets, things wind down and people start to leave, saying goodbye to everyone on their way out. I try to help Emily and Sam clean up, but she shoos me away.

“No, we got it. Go, I’m sure Paul wants some time alone with you,” she says with a grin.

“Are you sure?” I ask again.

“Positive.”

“Thank you so much for everything today, Em,” I hug her, “it really means a lot. I love you all.”

“We love you too sweet girl, I’m happy we got to help make today special for you,” she squeezes me again.

Paul is leaning against the doorframe, silently waiting as I say goodbye and thank you to Sam. Paul has already gathered the presents, I haven’t opened yet in his truck from everyone at the party, and even Charlie.

The couple waves us off as Paul pulls out of the driveway.

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The air is thick with tension on the drive over, and the radio playing lightly is the only sound. Paul’s hand is on my thigh, the other on the steering wheel. My thoughts are chaotic, ranging from innocent to lustful. There had always been an unspoken intimacy with Paul, one of us was always touching the other without thinking about it too much.

It’s not like either of us were particularly virginal, but it felt like first kisses, first dates, first anything held more weight with him. I didn’t want anything to be rushed, and we both had been so busy, that sex was something that I was comfortable waiting for until we were both fully present, with no distractions or worries to call us away.

It was at the forefront of my mind now though, every touch of his thumb grazing my thigh felt like electricity through my body. There was a knot in my lower stomach, and warmth between my thighs. I was focused on breathing, trying to not make it so obvious how much he was affecting me.

Paul’s emotions seem to match mine, but there’s a distinct feeling of anxiety that worries me. Pulling up to his house, he gets out and opens my door, just like always, but I stop him before he steps back, pulling him close. My breath stutters as my knees settle on either side of his waist. Something flashes in his eyes before he closes them, taking a deep breath.

“Hey,” I whisper, “Everything okay?”

He nods, forehead leaning against mine.

“What are you thinking about so hard,” I question quietly. It takes a minute, but he finally admits his concerns.

“I love you,” he starts, hands sliding up my thigh, over my skirt, “I want… this, but I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes won’t meet mine with his confession out in the open.

I tilt his head up, making direct eye contact, “You won’t break me,” I say.

“You don’t know that.” His brow furrows, but I hold him steady, caressing his cheeks.

“I do Paul, I trust you implicitly, with every part of me.” Lowering my hand, I guide his to my waist.

“Anna,” he whispers.

“Paul,” I whisper back, moving closer to him, the fabric of my skirt bunching up my thighs.

“You don’t understand how much I want you,” he admits.

“Then show me.”

One arm wraps around my waist, lifting me out of the truck like I weigh nothing, as the other slams the door shut. He carries me into the house, and I’m too focused on him to really notice my surroundings as he pushes my back against a wall.

“Promise me you will tell me to stop if I hurt you.” He pleads with me.

I hold his face in my hands, “I promise, but you won’t.”

I roll my hips into him slightly, and he groans at the friction, his head rolling back, giving me access to kiss down his neck. At his moans, I slightly nip at his shoulder as he emits a growl.

“Anna,” he says breathily.

“Yes?” I say, continuing to kiss his neck, hands slipping underneath his shirt.

“You’re killing me,” he moans.

“Tell me to stop.”

“Never.”

I lift his shirt, and he raises his arms, letting me take it off all the way. He catches my lips in a passionate kiss, holding me gently as he moves from the wall to what I assume is his bedroom. I kick off my shoes as he lays me down on a bed. I rest on my forearms, looking up at him.

“God, you’re hot,” I sigh, making him smirk. Kneeling by the edge of the bed, his hands slide underneath my skirt, he pulls off my tights agonizingly slowly, kissing the exposed skin from my thighs down my legs. I swear I can hear my heartbeat.

“And you,” he says, pulling my shirt up, kissing my stomach, “are absolutely perfect.” I lean up to take off my top, and once it’s over my head, he kisses me again, this time more passionate and needy. I wrap my arms around his neck and part my lips, inviting him deeper. I moan into him as his fingertips run up my sides, giving me chills, as he unhooks my bra and I let it fall off my shoulders.

I trace down his chest with my hands, his hardened abs underneath them, down to his waistband. Unbuttoning his shorts, I feel him straining against his boxers as he takes a sharp breath when my hand slips underneath the elastic, wrapping around him.

“Fuck, Anna,” he rasps.

I smile, his reactions forming a tightness in my core. He takes a step back off the bed, letting his pants and boxers fall, and looks at me with hungry eyes. Pulling off my skirt, I can’t help but stare. It really was unfair how attractive he was, and my heart leaps when my eyes trail down to his hips, his impressive length hard against him.

“Oh, fuck me,” I mutter, head falling back on the bed, “You’re unreal.”

He lets out a small laugh and comes back to the bed leaving sweet kisses on my ribs and chest.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m so sure,” I say, running a hand through his hair.

He grasps my hip tightly, and in response, a gasp rips through me, and he looks up in concern.

“It’s okay,” I say, “I’m not that fragile.”

Nodding, he kisses down the valley between my breasts, thumbs ghosting over my nipples, hardening them as his hands trail down, making me arch my back in a moan.

“Rude,” I whisper as he continues down, nipping at my hips. Spreading my legs slightly apart, I inhale as his finger glides in between my folds, eliciting a moan from both of us.

“You’re so wet me for, baby,” he whispers as one finger enters me slowly, all my words are lost as his tongue laps at my clit, sending a shock through my spine. I bucked my hips against him, and he moans, his voice deep, sending vibrations to my core. He steadies my hips with his other arm, pushing them into the bed.

“Oh, fuck Paul,” I moan, and I feel him smile as his tongue moves in circles, and I continue to struggle to move for more connection. My hands run through his hair, and I’m pleased with myself when he moans when I tug at it.

Pressure builds, and I feel myself tightening around his fingers, holding onto his hair, he’s relentless as the pressure breaks, waves of pleasure rocking through me. I’m breathless as he kisses back up my body.

“I love you,” he says, biting my neck gently. I finally catch my breath, hands running down his back.

“I love you too.”

He kisses me gently, and I can still taste myself on his tongue. I can feel the tip of his cock, rubbing up and down the length of my entrance, and moan.

“Please,” I beg, and a growl slips from him. He nods and moves to retrieve a condom from the bedside table, I take it from him, and he stands upon his knees. I slowly pull the condom over his length, purposefully taking my time as he stares down at me, biting his lip. Then, he lightly pushes me back on the bed.

Slowly, he pushes in, stretching me out with every inch, I arch to pull him closer, bottoming him out in me with a gasp.

“God, Anna,” he groans, “this is unfair.” He holds still for a moment, breathing deeply before moving out and back in one time.

“It should be impossible for you to feel this good,” he says, an arm reaching underneath my back to pull me close to him, skin to skin.

“I think that’s all you baby,” I say, my thighs already trembling around him.

With slow movements, he finds a rhythm, whispering encouragements into my ear as he picks up speed.

“You feel so good.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“My pretty baby.”

His words strike a chord with me, not only arousing me, but warming my heart, and once again he pushes me to the edge. I can feel how he feels even more now, bliss running through my body and his.

I’m a moaning mess when his hand slips between us, his thumb brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, unraveling me.

“Paul,” I cry, “I’m – I-” I stutter.

“Fuck baby, me too.” He says, keeping the pressure on my clit, gasping when I tighten around him rolling my hips one last time.

He collapses against me, breathing hard. Gasping as he slowly pulls out of me and laid next to me.

I lay my head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

He kisses my head, hands lazily running up and down my back.

“Are you okay?” He tentatively asks.

“I’m amazing,” I say pushing his hair back, “You’re amazing.”

He smiles, relieved.

“Have I told you I love you?” He asks and smiles.

“Maybe, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

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Chapter Five (Part 3)

It’s so nice to sit there as the sun goes down and the bonfire roars beside us. Kasper finishes cooking our food, and everyone grabs what they can from the plate he serves. I squirt a ton of mustard onto a burger and tuck in hungrily. I think about how it is the perfect day. I’m sitting with my closest friends on a beautiful beach watching a beautiful sunset, and I have a boy! I finally have a boy that I like and who likes me back, and we’re here together and it actually doesn’t feel weird. I turn to admire him and see that he has a blob of ketchup on his face, and I wipe it off for him.

“You two are so cute.” Kelly says. “Two little love birds.” She sounds somehow more drunk than before, but I hope that after she eats something she might sober up a bit. “I knew you’d be right for each other. When I was thinking of finding a boy for Evie to kiss this summer I thought, wow, wouldn’t little Liam be perfect for her.”

Liam laughs awkwardly. “Little Liam?”

“No no, seriously, take it as a compliment, she doesn’t let any boys near her. I always feel like I have to force her.” I feel my face get warm, and I glance around at everyone and to my horror realise that they’re all listening to our conversation.

“That’s not really true…” I say defensively.

“Oh my god! It is! But it’s fine, we accept you for it. Evie’s such a good girl, and most boys are too ugly and boring for her, I’d be flattered if I was Liam. I really would.” She is laughing and smiling through it all like it’s a joke, but I know that she means what she’s saying. She really does think I’m stuck up and prudish. I resent her for it. I thought best friends were supposed to understand each other.

“Haha, okay.” He says, glancing at me, and I wonder if he’s thinking those things about me too, about how wooden I was on our walk last night, and how it took us so long to kiss. I bet he thought I was bad at it too, I just have a feeling that I’m never doing it right.

Kelly barrels on. “She’s going for it this time. We’re proud of her, no really, we are. She got there in the end. Better late than never, I always say.”

Claire stands up and grabs Kelly’s hand. “Hey, will you come to the bathroom with me?” Kelly looks up at her surprised, and then is pulled up – no, hauled up out of her chair by our friend. She is quickly ushered away from me and into the house, and there is a long pause when she’s gone. My heart is thumping in my chest so loudly that I’m sure everyone can hear it. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I stare down at my feet, humiliated. Now everyone, even this cool, older crowd that I just met knows I’m a loser. And a virgin, but I guess those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.

I feel a cool, steady hand on my shoulder then, and I look up and see that Jen has come over to be next to me. “Hey, do you want to take a little walk with me?” I don’t think I can speak without risking bursting into tears, and I know that if I stay where I am I will have some sort of panic attack or something, so I nod. She takes my hand and we walk up into the dunes away from everyone’s eyes.

“I didn’t want to say anything bad in front of her brother,” She says once we’re out of earshot “But Kelly sounds really insecure to me. I know she’s obviously pissed drunk, but she said all of that stuff in front of everybody on purpose.”

I start crying as soon as I try to talk, but I wobble through it. “I’m so embarrassed. Not everybody needed to know all about me and my business.”

She gives me a hug, and I sink my head into her shoulder as we sit down onto the sand. I’m getting tears all over her top but she doesn’t seem to care. “Aw, chicken, the things she said, they weren’t about you. They were about her. She’s just jealous of you, it’s so obvious.”

“She’s not jealous of me.”

“Are you serious? Of course she is. Nobody would try to embarrass their friend in front of a crowd of strangers unless they were jealous.”

“Kelly has nothing to be jealous of.” I wipe my nose on my sleeve. “She’s got so much more than me. She’s funnier and more confident, prettier, more experienced… She’s got it all. Everyone loves her.”

“Well I think that if she believed that herself she wouldn’t be lashing out at you. If that girl was truly happy in herself then she would have been kinder to you in that moment. She knew that everyone could hear her and she said it anyway.” She wipes my tear stained face with both her thumbs. “Look at you, girl, you’re stunning. Anybody would be jealous of you, and you know what I think? Those things she said about boys… I think you’re right to be picky. Most of them are rats.”

I laugh through my sobs. There’s something so soft and comforting about her, she’s motherly. I feel like I can be vulnerable. “I get scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Scared of falling behind everybody.”

“What everyone else is doing and when they’re doing it is their business.”

“I know but… I feel like there’s things I should know by the time I’m seventeen. Like I’m scared that I’m bad at kissing because I haven’t had enough kisses, and then when it comes to… other stuff, I’ll be expected to know what to do, but I won’t, because I keep running scared from all romantic possibilities. It’s a cycle that keeps getting worse.”

“Evie, I promise that nobody cares about that, and if they do they’re a dickhead. The right person will treat you like a human being and be understanding of where you’re at. There’s no age limit on any of this, you do you.”

I sniff. I wonder how Jen is so wise about all of this stuff, and she’s only a year older than I am. She must know everything about love. I ask her: “Have you found the right guy yet?”

She cackles then, shattering the serious tone. “God, no. I don’t like men. I’m gay.”

“Oh!” I laugh. “Oh okay!”

“I kissed enough boys in the teenage discos of my youth to be sure that they’re not for me.” She says. “It’s brutal out there, don’t ever settle for less than what’s right for you. That’s my advice”

“Thank you.” I say, and I tear up again. “Oh, sorry, I don’t know why I keep crying.”

“It’s alright. Cry it out girl. I’ll sit with you until you’re ready to go back to the party.” And she does. And we sit in the sand and talk until all my tears have dried up and I’m ready to face the world again.

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Love and Sarcasm (1) - knj

Summary: The second semester of your sophomore year in college has started and there are only two people in your creative writing class that have published works: You, and Kim Namjoon; a pretentious know-it-all that just so happens to be in the same frat as your best friend.

Pairing: Fuckboy!Namjoon x Demi!Chubby!Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, College! au, eventual smut

Warnings: Namjoon is toxic, Jimin drinks some wine before driving but he's not intoxicated, College parties, the entirety of bts being in a frat, Y/n has a caffeine addiction, references to Jimin and Y/n partying a lot while underage.

Word count: 5.6k

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Note: Hey guys! I decided to make it a mini series, It should be 4-5 parts because I wasn't even half done and we were almost at 15k words so I decided I should split it up xD. I hope you enjoy :))

“There’s my favorite librarian,” You looked up from the cart of books you had been organizing and at your best friend of almost 10 years, holding a large coffee that you desperately hoped was for you.

“Did you get me the good stuff?” You asked as he handed you the cup, rolling his eyes as your eyes rolled back into your head as the hot bitter liquid met your tongue.

“Of course, I also got you a donut because coffee isn’t breakfast,” you gasp at his bold statement clutching your chest as exaggeratedly as you could muster.

“Says who?” You question as you gently set your coffee down on your desk, features still exaggerated

“Most people, I’m pretty sure. Eat the damn thing; and next time you wake up late ask someone else to get your coffee for you, I have shit to do,” he dropped the bag with the donut in it on your desk as you resumed organizing the books.

“Where have you got to be before 4pm?” You scoff, eyeing your friend out of the corner of your eye as he yawns.

“I’ll have you know,” he speaks through his yawn, “That my classes are early this semester. My first ones at 10,” You give a slight smirk as you shake your head lightly.

“Wow, look at you up and out of the house a whole 2 hours before you have to be anywhere – if I didn’t see it I wouldn’t believe it,” he narrows his eyes at you even though you weren’t even close to facing him.

“Haha, very funny. When are your classes for this semester?” He questions, sliding his hands into the pockets of his winter jacket.

“Uh, my Monday, Wednesday, Friday classes start at 9, so I should actually probably leave here soon. I have creative writing then at 2, I have one of the 40 English classes I have to take. Tuesdays and Thursdays are just Child Development which starts at noon,” You furrow your eyebrows, struggling to remember your new schedule off the top of your head.

“That English class, is it with Duncan?” You look over at him before nodding, picking up your coffee with one hand and placing the other on your hip as you take a sip. “Thank god, you know I hate reading, you’re going to be my lifeline, my little nerdy friend,” You cock an eyebrow at his mention of the word little.

“Jimin, we’re the same height, and I think I’ve got a few pounds on you, please stop calling me little,” you set down your coffee and look down at the sheet for the books that are due back today and start crossing off a few that had already been returned.

“I meant more figuratively. You’re emotionally 5’2,” You roll your eyes, a small smile creeping through you try to hide. “I need to get going, I have to meet up with the frat before I get to classes today,”

“Still can’t believe they let you into a frat,” you stood up straight again, taking one last sip of your coffee before you pushed the cart of books out from behind your desk.

“Still can’t believe you refuse to come to my frat parties.”

“Can you seriously see me going to a frat party?” You asked, almost laughing at the thought. Jimin nodded.

“I have actually physically seen you at several frat parties, Y/n,”

“Yeah, in high school,” He shrugged as he started walking backwards toward the front door.

“I’m just saying, I’ve seen the party girl in you, babe. Don’t pretend she doesn’t exist anymore – she was hot,” you rolled your eyes as he pulled his hat back down over his ears before stepping out into the cold.

You made your way to the back of the large lecture room, sitting in the back row next to a very large window that overlooked the snow-covered campus. You placed your 2nd coffee of the day down on your desk before sitting down, satisfied with your view of the board in front of you. It wasn’t a large class, so by the time everyone else had made their way in, you were still the only person in the back row.

“Good morning class, my name is Helen Swain, and I’ll be your professor for this semester,” She went on for a few more minutes, talking about what was going to be covered in the class and what to expect, even handing out a paper syllabus before announcing that she expected physical copies of all of your assignments. Looks like it’s time to invest in a printer.

“And I just have one more thing to announce before we get started. As this is a creative writing class, I thought it would be nice to highlight some of your classmates that have their very own published works! To the two who have their work published, would you please stand and tell us a little bit about it?” Your heart sunk as you reluctantly stood up, one other student a few rows ahead of you standing up as well. All eyes fell to him first.

“Young man in the front, why don’t you tell us a bit about yours?” He nodded and clasped his hands together.

“Yes, of course. It was a deep and very meaningful poem I wrote when I lost someone who was very close to me. My high school English teacher actually turned it in to a competition where it won first prize and got published,” The professor smiled widely as she began to clap, the rest of the class joining awkwardly as he sat down.

“That sounds wonderful, I’m glad you had a teacher in high school that saw your talent,” she paused for a moment, turning her gaze to meet you, your hands awkwardly shoved into the pocket of your oversized hoodie. “And what about you, in the back?” All eyes were now on you, but thankfully you were seated much higher up than all of them, so you could largely ignore them.

“Um, it’s called Sarcastic, and it’s an acrostic of the word sarcastic, that I wrote when I was 15 and turned in to a competition because I had to for a grade, and apparently it was just edgy enough to make the cut,” A couple of the students laughed, not that you minded – it’s hardly impressive and extremely funny that it had even happened. The boy who went first seemed to think it was absolutely hilarious, though.

“Well, you must’ve been extremely talented to have written something so well at such a young age,” You smirked lightly and gave a thumbs up as you sat down, without any applause.

She continued on with teaching, the class relatively uneventful as it was only the first day, but you still had an assignment due on Friday: a fictional piece of at least 5,000 words. You wrote down the assignment in your planner that you only ever used the first week or so of new classes, then completely disregarded the rest of the semester, before getting up and walking out of class with everyone else, tossing your long empty cup in the trash on the way out.

With the hour you had between classes, you decided to go to the schools café and get yourself an iced coffee to have a little variety. From there, you made your way to where you knew Jimin would be getting out of his lecture shortly and want to rant about something before he had to go sit through another 4-hour lecture.

“Looks like people will probably come to me for help,” you turn behind you, feet still moving in the general direction of when you needed to go before you turned back around as he caught up to you. “No offense, I just think my poem seemed a little more impressive than yours,” You hummed in agreement as you nodded, taking a sip of your coffee as you watched the smirk on his face grow confused.

“No, that’s good, actually, because I really hate it when random people come up to me and start talking about thing’s they generally know nothing about,” you both stopped walking, now turned to face one another as you took another sip of your coffee before slapping him on the shoulder. “So, thanks for that, bud.”

You turned and continued walking to Jimin’s classroom, which thankfully was right down the hallway from where your next class was going to be. “Oh my god I almost fell asleep like 20 times, who knew philosophy was so boring?” Jimin whined the second he was out of the classroom, causing you to snicker.

“Literally everyone, Jiminie,” you smiled as he linked arms with yours as you started slowly walking down the hall to your next subject.

“You like it,” he shot back as you shrugged.

“Because I’m boring Jimin, c’mon man, wake up!” You snapped in front of his face as you aggressively told him to wake up, sipping your coffee before he noticed you had a new coffee in your hands.

“That’s not the same coffee I bought you this morning, Y/n, and did you even eat your donut?” You scoffed.

“Of course I ate my donut that you so graciously bought me, what kind of a person only drinks coffee all day and has their first meal at 7pm?”

His expression fell as you turned to face each other outside of your class, his arms now folded across his chest. “You, asshole, that’s why I asked,” Granted, you had thrown the donut away after only having one bite; it was way too sweet too early in the morning. And he most certainly did not have the right to judge you on your coffee habits.

“Well, new year new me, Jiminie. I'll have you know I'll be eating food along with my ten cups of coffee a day,” you smiled, entering the classroom.

“Can you at least narrow it down to seven cups?” He followed you to the back of the room, the only acceptable place to sit.

“Never.”

After class, Jimin walked you home and then invited himself inside of your quaint apartment, plopping himself down on your couch before you could even finish getting your winter jacket off.

“So, what’re you going to wear to my party on Friday?” you scowl at him as you kick your shoes off, dropping your bag next to them before you cross your arms, moving over to where he’d occupied a large amount of your sofa before you squeeze in next to him.

“Who says I’m going to your party?” You retort, Jimin’s smirk never fading from his face.

“Me,” he spoke proudly, as if he’d just found a loophole in the system that forced you out of your house. He has not.

“Friday you said?” you ask, narrowing your eyes as he nodded as if in deep thought, pondering your options, before you shook your head and moved your eyes back to meet his. “Sorry, can’t, that cuts into my brooding time. Maybe if it were on a Tuesday–”

“You’re hilarious, you know?” He asked sarcastically after rolling his eyes. You nod.

“Duh,” his face softened as he turned to face you, grabbing your hand in the process.

“Seriously, Y/n, I think you might actually have fun if you come,” he elongated his words as he tugged on your hand slightly, his bottom lip jutted out as he begged. You rolled your eyes, trying to pull your hand back out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. “C’mon, babe, I've been trying to not push you, but you seriously need to get laid,” You immediately pull the pillow that you had been resting on out from behind your back before hitting Jimin as hard as you could with it, causing him to let go of you and chuckle, hands hiding his face as you swung a second time before propping the pillow back behind your back.

“Asshole,” You started, gaining his attention, “You know I’m an emotional bitch that can only sleep with people I’m in love with, we can’t all be sluts,” he chuckled softly at your words, rubbing the arm you hit as if it was a serious wound.

“Well then you need to go make out with someone or at least, I don’t know, get drunk and relax. I can’t remember the last time you just chilled the fuck out and had fun, ” his face became more somber as he spoke, trying not to sound like he was worried but still wanted you to know that he cared.

“If you wont come for you then come for me, the only people I hang out with at these things are fuckboys and they’re not near as fun as you. I promise I won’t leave you halfway through the night to be slutty either, I’m all yours if you agree to be my arm candy for the night,” You groaned loudly as he finished his sentence, making him stop because you know he would keep talking if you didn’t stop him.

“Can we find a new topic of conversation if I agree to think about it?”

“Only if you agree to think about what you’ll be wearing to the party you’ll definitely be coming to,” he smiled, his round cheeks hiding his eyes as his grin spread across his face. You sighed, sitting back up before grabbing the remote.

“Fine, I’ll go to your frat party, Jimin. Now, do you want to watch Harry Potter with me or not?” You asked, turning the tv on.

“Of course, I’ll order the pizza.”

The week went by much faster than you would’ve liked it to, between working and getting used to the long class hours. You had finished the writing assignment due for your creative writing class on Wednesday; you had always been an overachiever when it came to writing assignments that you had free reign on, so it’s a bit longer than necessary as well, but you figured that would help your grade, if anything.

You thankfully didn’t have to go into the library this morning, so you were able to get an extra couple of hours of sleep before you decided to walk to campus, seeing as it had snowed last night and it was beautiful outside. You, obviously, picked a hot black coffee on your way, the hot cup warming the fingertips your fingerless gloves neglected before you finally made your way to the large building your lecture was in.

Having an extra few minutes before your professor would even open the door, you slid your bag off your shoulder and set it down on a bench near the entrance of the building. You opened it, putting your coffee down next to it as you realized opening a zipper is hard to do with one hand, and pulled out your assignment, wanting to be able to hand it to her before you even took your seat.

You absentmindedly scrolled through your phone for a few minutes before you started to notice a few of your classmates walking in the building. You put your phone away, picked up your things before you went along with them.

“Ah, Ms. Y/l/n and Mr. Kim, the two paper’s I'm most excited to read,” You turned and realized that Namjoon was right behind you, smile wide as he held his paper out at the same time you did. You both took notice of the fact yours was longer, by at least a few pages, before you both started walking to your seats.

“Quality over quantity, Y/l/n,” he spoke lowly as he stepped quickly to keep up with you. You smirked.

“Hmm,” you hummed, taking a sip of your coffee before turning, facing him as he threw his bag down on the table. “Hasn’t anyone told you, Kim? Size always matters,” you turned on your heal and walked up to your seat that overlooked the class, satisfied with the baffled look that was on his face when you left.

“Okay, I know I'm basically forcing you to come to this party, but that doesn’t mean you can just wear your work clothes,” It was 30 seconds after you had walked into your apartment after taking some overtime in at the library, and Jimin was already in your apartment, drinking a glass of wine with his hand on his hip as he looked at you judgmentally.

“Did you bring your own wine glass to wait for me in my apartment to get off work so that you can scold me for not being ready 4 seconds after I walk in the door?” You cocked an eyebrow as you cross your arms across your chest, but Jimin only looks at you and nods as if that’s obvious and completely normal. You rolled your eyes as you put your things down, shedding yourself of your winter coat, gloves and hat before you walked past Jimin, taking the glass of wine from his hand and taking a sip as you walked back to your bedroom. “Besides, what’s wrong with looking like a librarian?”

“We’re going to a frat party, not a book sale,” He scoffs, following you into your room and taking his wine back from you as you open your closet and begin to think, piecing different things together.

“No shit, Jiminie. You just have to give me a second to get ready,” you pause, pulling a mini skirt out of your closet, looking around to see if there was any way you could pair this with something without freezing your tits off. “If someone drugs my drink it’s entirely your fault for making me look hot,” You pulled out a tight cropped sweater with a zipper down the front, holding them up together to see if they went well together. They did.

“If someone drugs your drink, I’ll murder them,” he said nonchalantly as you heard him opening your dresser drawer. “And if you’re wearing that, you’ll need these,” He throws a pair of fishnets over the hanger of the top before he begins rifling through your shoes.

“Well, while you figure out my outfit for me, I’ll go do my makeup,” he merely grunted and waved you off as he set his wine next to him, throwing your converse across the room.

“You’re going to catch a cold without a jacket, babe,” Jimin walked you out of your apartment and down to the street, where you had to then try to find his car in the snow-covered and cramped parking lot with your arm linked with his. You were now at least a good few centimeters taller than him, your chunky knee-high heels barely giving you enough traction to stay vertical as you walked through the ice.

“That’s what the coffee’s for, Jimin. It makes my heart beat so fast my body temperature never drops below 100 degrees,” you smiled as you walked unaffected by the temperature to his car, which was conveniently parked at the end of the lot. He opened the door for you before racing to the driver’s side and jumped in.

“Joking about your coffee addiction isn’t making me feel much better about it, Y/n,” you only smiled as he started the car and drove the short distance between your apartment and his house. It was massive. You’ve never been inside, but you’ve seen the outside of it many times. Between Jimin being overprotective of you and you not really liking to party anymore, he just always came over to your place when you wanted to hang out.

But now as you looked up at the large house that was already blaring music with people pouring into it, you started to get intimidated, almost wishing you’d gone to at least one of these things before so this didn’t seem so daunting.

Before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt, Jimin had your door open, hand extended to help you get out. You quickly unbuckled yourself and stood, taking Jimin’s arm as you walked up to the house, walking right in the front door into the living room swimming with already drunk people dancing on each other.

You made your way through the sea of people and found a space between the living room (dance floor) and kitchen (bar) that had fewer individuals.

“Jimin, why didn’t you tell us you had a foxy girlfriend?” You turned around along with Jimin to see what was probably the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. He extended his hand, waiting for you to take it as his smile spread sweetly across his face. You gave him your hand, to which he turned it up and gently placed a kiss on your knuckles, not letting his eyes leave yours. No wonder he didn’t trust these guys, I would give this man whatever he wanted no questions asked.

“Because I knew you’d try to take her away from me. You know, like you’re doing now?” Jimin pulled you back slightly by your hips, wrapping a protective arm around you as the handsome one smiled.

“Not his girlfriend. I’m Y/n,” his eyes widened slightly as he looked back and forth between the two of you.

“I take it you’re single then, Y/n?” He asks. Jimin tries to step on his foot, but he moves it away quickly, eyes still boring into yours with so much intensity you almost forget how to speak. Almost.

“That I am,” you smile, ignoring Jimin’s attempts to get you to stop talking.

“Well you, miss Y/n, are welcome here anytime,”

“DRINKS, lets go get drinks, Y/n, you must be parched,” Jimin pushed you away from the pretty man giving you attention and into the kitchen where there were alcoholic drinks and mixers scattered over every surface.

“Which one was that?” You ask as Jimin finally let’s go of you, grabbing a red solo cup from where they’re stacked neatly in the corner.

“That was Jin, you’re not allowed to date him no matter how good at talking he is. Tequila?” Jimin asks, holding up the bottle he’s already poured a shot from into his own cup.

“I’ll take a beer, thanks,” Jimin rolled his eyes, grabbing you a beer and uncapping it before he still grabs another solo cup and fills it with a shot.

“You still have to take a shot with me, it’s for good luck,” he takes the beer from your hand as you sip it and puts it on the counter, shoving the cup in your hand to replace it. He holds out his arm, waiting for you to link yours around it so you can take your shots together. As you roll your eyes and comply, Jin stood at the bottom of the stairs watching you and Jimin before a large hand landed on his back, bringing him back to reality.

“You didn’t get drunk without me, I hope,” Namjoon smiled as he followed Jin’s gaze. His eyes landed on you, arms linked with Jimin, your curves on full display as you knocked your head back, letting the liquor fall smoothly down your throat before you separated, Jimin wrapping an arm around your back, resting on your hip casually as he filled his cup up once more, this time with much more than a shot. “How the fuck did Jimin pull that ass?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for his older friend to reply.

“He didn’t. That’s Y/n.” Namjoon's eyes widened as he looked at Jin.

“Y/n? As in the childhood best friend he never brings around?” Jin nods, looking back over at you. Namjoon thinks for a second before patting Jin’s shoulder again. “Dibs,” He doesn’t wait for him to respond before he makes his way over to you, walking past you to grab a beer before turning again, looking you up and down. You looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“Who's your friend, Jimin?” he spoke, grabbing both you and Jimin's attention as he took a swig of his beer. Jimin sighed.

“Namjoon, with is Y/n. Y/n, Namjoon–”

“Oh hey, size doesn’t matter guy! How’s that working out for you?” You smirked widely as you took a small swig of your own beer. Jimin started laughing at your comment, not having any idea of the context but not needing any. Namjoon’s face fell as realization set in.

“You know, you look a lot different without the baggy hoodie and the coffee cup glued to your hand,” Namjoon smirks as he takes another sip of his beer, now much more intrigued by you.

“Okay wait, what am I missing here?” Jimin interjected as he finally stopped laughing, trying to figure out how you and his friend know one another.

“Remember the asshole I told you about from my creative writing class?” your eyes never left Namjoon’s, your head only shifting slightly to the side to face Jimin, who looked at Namjoon with you, mouth open. Namjoon moved his hand over his chest, faking hurt.

“Asshole? Wow, Y/l/n. That hurts, even from you,” the smug smirk never left his face, nor yours. You shrugged.

“I’m sure you’ve been called worse. C’mon, Jiminie,” you looked away from Namjoon for the first time since he’d arrived, pulling Jimin and his now very full cup of tequila that you were 90% positive he didn’t add a mixer to. “I wanna dance.”

“I’m not that drunk, I will be fine,” it was probably somewhere close to 3 in the morning, and you were ready to get out of here and go to bed. Jimin was probably about as drunk as you could be without completely blacking out.

“You’re not going to walk home or take the subway in the middle of the night looking like that in the dead of winter, getting buried in a pile of snow is a best-case scenario. Just come up to bed with me,” Jimin’s eyes were barely open as he leaned against the front door, trying his best to look stable by relying all his weight onto something to hold him up.

“I don’t want to put you out, plus you live with like 20 dudes, several of whom tried to grab my ass at some point,” He pushed himself off the door, putting both his hands on your shoulders before he turned you around and pushed you toward the stairs, now relying on you to remain upright.

“Then I’ll lock the door. I won’t be responsible for your death and I’m too tired to worry about you,” You rolled your eyes as you accepted defeat, helping Jimin up the stairs and into his bedroom at the end of the hall. He made sure he locked the door after you both got in the room. He hastily peeled off his shirt and threw it on the floor before falling onto his bed face first.

You pulled off your shoes, your feet thanking you as they felt flat ground again. You pulled down your skirt and fishnets, leaving them on his dresser before you slid under the covers beside Jimin, who instinctively wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into him, nuzzling himself into your neck as you both drifted off to sleep comfortably in each other’s embrace.

It truly was a good thing you worked in a library, because on days you were hungover the quietness of it all made your head hurt less as you readjusted back to normalcy. Not that you were hungover often, especially at work, but on days you were, you knew it wouldn’t be nearly as bad as it was when you worked in a McDonalds.

You finished putting away yesterday's returns and walked back up to your desk, stopping the cart beside you as you sat down, drinking your hot coffee, begging the caffeine to take away your headache.

“Was that you I saw sneaking out of my house at seven in the morning?” You looked up from a pile of paperwork to see Namjoon with a wide smirk on his face and a book tucked under his arm as he strolled up to your desk. You looked back down at the papers on your desk that seemed to be multiplying, words evading your vision as you tried to read them.

“I wasn’t sneaking, I just didn’t want to wake anyone,” he dropped the book down in front of you, leaning his elbows on the taller portion of the desk as you scanned over the book. The Forgotten Fire by Adam Bagdasarian. Interesting book for a frat boy.

“Whose room were you coming out of?” You wrote the title of the book down on the sign out log, before inputting the same information into the computer.

“Why don’t you ask your buddies, I’m sure whoever it was would love to brag about the encounter,” You wrote the date on a card and put it back into the book.

“Ah, did you get burned, Y/l/n?” You ignored his question, handing him back his book, your sarcastic customer service smile taking over.

“It’s due back in two weeks,” You extend your hand with the book in it cover pointed out to face him as he glances down at it, smug smile still playing on his lips before he takes it from your hand. You let your gaze fall back to your desk as you continued to look over your papers.

“See you then, Y/l/n, try not to miss me too much,”

“Only in your wet dreams, Kim,” your comment conned a genuine smile out of him as he walked out the door to the library. He didn’t know why, but Namjoon needed to know who you were with, and you gave him a pretty good suggestion. He made it not even 10 steps away from the building before he pulled out his phone, opening the group chat that all the members of his frat were in.

Namjoon slid his phone back in his pocket before he could read Yoongi’s complaints.

No one had ever really stood up to him, especially when it came to his intelligence. Namjoon had prided himself on being the smartest person back in his high school, and even while he knew he had no hope of being the smartest person in the college, he’d at least hoped to be smarter than most of the people he came across.

When he saw you walking on campus on the first day of class, he thought he might try his luck at flirting with you. While he didn’t think you seemed to be the most attractive based of the over-sized sweater and hair definitely not done, but you were the shy one. Face red as you spoke allowed about your poem is a self-deprecating manner, sitting as far away from others as possible. You kept away from people for the entirety of class, and then walked by yourself to get a coffee.

You seemed easy. He’d tease you before throwing a compliment or two at your feet, and you’d be all over him. Instead, he got to the teasing part, and you’d shot back at him. You’d shot back good. He didn’t even know how to respond, so he didn’t. That’s when he decided it’d be fun to have a little rivalry with you. You didn’t talk unless someone spoke to you, but God when you did speak? It’s never something he’s expecting; and he can’t get enough.

He hated losing, and you were the only competition he’d have this semester, all his other classes seemed to go by like a breeze. But your confidence alone would make you the most fun person to go up against.

Then he saw you at the party – saw what you could really look like if you put effort into yourself and knew the feud he’d started with you was probably going to be the hardest one he’d have to overcome.

There were two ways he could win: Get better grades, get better at comebacks, and prove that he was the smartest.

He could ruin you.

He’d never seen you at any parties before, so the likelihood of you being someone who liked to sleep around was low. That, and the fact Jimin wouldn’t even let you come to meet them meant he didn’t trust you around them; scared they’d break your heart or try to. So, you were probably emotional when it came to sex. If he could get you under him, he’d always come out on top.

Note: I TOLD YOU NAMJOON WAS TOXIC BUT I PROMISE IT'S NOT PERMANENT

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KB - Copper

Sorry part 3 is so late!!

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You hummed along to the music in your headphones, standing at the bus stop by your house. Your hair was tucked up into your hat messily. You weren’t feeling great lately, probably just the change of scenery messing with your head, so you decided not to try too hard today.

Of course, you regretted your decision when a group of boys stood next to you. Your face immediately flushed, and you glanced at one of them in awe.

He was tall, well dressed. His freckled, pale face made his dark glasses and piercing green eyes stand out. To top him off was a small bundle of copper curls, a color you’d only ever seen once before- on your own head. A coincidence, you muttered to yourself. But when he caught you staring, and turned to give you a soft smile-

He had a winding streak of [color], the very same that overtook your head. Okay, insane coincidence. You were sure that it was just circumstances, and his gorgeous nature, leading your thoughts astray.

You walked silently onto the bus, sitting near him and his friends in the back. On occasion you would giggle at their antics, and he would turn to give you a dopey grin. Come lunch time he was approaching you.

“Hey…” You smiled at the way he twiddled his fingers in nervous excitement.

“Yes?” He melted at the sound of your voice, slipping smoothly into a seat across from you.

“I’m Kyle. Kyle Broflovski. It’s… so great to meet you.” He very nearly gushed. You giggled.

“Thanks. I’m [Name] [Lastname].” This made him perk up, and show you his wrist in excitement.

“Haha, those match my soulmate’s initials.” You beamed, showing him yours in turn. When he went to speak, you shushed him by tugging off your hat, revealing the out-of-place rusty streak. He inhaled sharply, speaking breathily when he’d finally calmed down enough to.

“…Do you wanna hang out after school?”

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sticky notes | s.r

summary: in which sticky notes give them the push they needed

request: hello beautiful! I absolutely ADORE your writing! if you’re feeling up to it, could I please request miscellaneous 1, 16 (maybe 26 too?) with spencer reid? (I’m thinking maybe a fake dating trope that spencer endearingly messes up super quick, but completely up to you and what you think works best with the two/three prompts) bonus points for a bau reader (just because I absolutely love the way you write the team 😍) thank you! love you! ❤️❤️ - requested by @night-sky-full-of-stars

pairing: spencer reid x reader

category: fluff

content warnings: small mention of anxiety

r is typing...

lets not talk about how i went completely a different route, but thankfully, i know you and know you'll like what i write regardless haha. hope you all enjoy!

r is signing off...

“You know, just staring at her, especially that intensely won’t do you any good.”

Spencer jumped his grip loosening on his coffee cup and the tips of his fingers turning back into their standard creme color. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looks at Morgan, placing the cup of now lukewarm coffee onto his desk next to the pile of paperwork he had yet to finish.

Morgan mumbled a ‘sure you don’t’ under his breath before walking to his own desk.

“Ugh!”

Every team member, including others around the office, looked up as Y/N threw her hands up in the air. Emily looked over at her. “Y’alright there?” She raised a curious eyebrow at the girl who shook her head. “No, I was supposed to have these copies sent over to the director on Tuesday-”

“That’s in a few days, you’re fine, pretty girl.”

Y/N shook her head. “Tuesday, December 7th.” Spencer’s mouth gaped open at the girl. This came as a shock to everyone as the date today was February 4th. “I mean, they must not be that important, right? If the director hasn’t emailed you?” JJ shrugged, patting the girl on the back.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

Y/N faked a glare over to Spencer’s direction but smiled nonetheless. Leave it to Reid to soften the blow.

“Thanks, Spence.” She giggled softly, writing on a sticky note, and placing it on top of the stack of papers. Spencer smiled shyly, noticing the pastel-colored sticky notes all over the edge of her computer, her dainty handwriting scribbled onto each of them.

Sticky notes were something the girl used in her daily life, and if she didn’t use them, Y/N honestly had no idea where she’d be.

A few weeks went by, sticky notes being taken off of things, other pastel-colored square paper replacing those, and so on. A month later, Y/N walked in frantically to the bullpen. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I forgot to do a bunch of things at home that needed to be done, and my mind is just so frazzled right now.” She huffed, sitting down at her desk. Hotch just nodded, going back into his office.

Spencer stared at her quizzically. This was so unlike her. That’s when he noticed.

The small pastel squares from the top of her desk, as well as the edges of her computer, were no longer there. The way Y/N put the tip of her thumb against her lip, her teeth grazing the skin. After months of staring at the girl, Spencer concluded this was a nervous tick of hers, especially when she didn’t have her sticky notes, her mind surely frazzled and jumbled at this point.

Spencer knew what he had to do.

So, there he stood, in some store he didn’t recall the name of as he had Garcia search for said item online, immediately giving him directions to the store. He didn’t care where he was, as long as they had what he needed.

“Sir, do you need help?”

Spencer looked up, shaking his head at the female worker before speaking. “Actually, yes..” Twenty minutes later, he departed the store, a plastic bag in the passenger seat of his car. Thank god, he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face.

“Morning, Derek, Em, Spence.”

Y/N walked in quickly, giving them the daily wide smile that made the other three repeat it back to her. She walked to her desk, placing her coat over the chair and her cup of tea on the desk. “What the-” A pastel purple sticky note laid on the desk.

‘I noticed you ran out, so I took the turn in getting you some. The rest is in your desk drawer. These should last you quite a while :)’

Y/N opened her desk drawer and gasped. In the drawer was a container of what looked to be twenty to thirty pads of pastel-colored sticky notes. “Oh my..” She looked up, catching Spencer’s eyes who were already on her. Y/N closed the drawer and walked to his desk.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know..”

Spencer shrugged. “I noticed you were out, and I’ve seen how anxiety-inducing it is for you. I know if it was me, any one of you would do it.” He softly smiled at her as she looked into his eyes. “You, you’ve noticed? I didn’t realize someone caught onto that..”

“Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you.”

Y/N looked down at her feet for a moment and then looked back at him. “Well, maybe you can tell me over dinner, say Friday night, what things you’ve noticed about me, and I’ll tell you the things I noticed about you.” She smiled playing with the sleeves on her shirt.”

“It’s a date.”

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sotwk · 4 months

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I’m a bit late to the party, but thank you SO much for answering me super fast! I so appreciate your ultra-in-depth response about Mirion and Arvellas’s fates. Although I still weep on weekends, it’s helped me so much with my own story! And all the supplemental headcanon info on Mirkwood as a society has been invaluable to me as well! (Also thank you so much for your update on my Lindir fic! Please don’t worry about the length of time! When I submitted the request I shot for maybe having it as a Christmas present or New Year’s treat! But any time I receive it l’ll savor it all the same!)

I wanted to ask though, are there any writing exercises or prompts that you do to train your writing muscles? I find that I have a tougher time placing dialogue intentionally where it needs to be, and I struggle with showing, not telling. I plan my stories and chapters, which helps me a TON, but I still have issues. I’m coming back to writing after abandoning it in about 2018 because of uni and life. But now I wanna come back, which is why I’m writing my story, but I feel so rusty. Any tips/suggestions on how/what to write to improve on these skills?

Thank you so much for all your help. I really appreciate you. Your account’s richer than the mines of Moria for great writing content!

- Mithril

Hello Mirthril my friend!

Boy, am I glad I was able to answer your Ask quickly last time, because this one is laaaaate. I hope you'll forgive me that, but I have been pondering over your question since I received it.

My impostor syndrome tends to rear its ugly head whenever someone asks me for writing advice. I am against false modesty and all for giving oneself due credit, so I will say that I am a pretty damn good writer. (And I certainly hope so; I suck at math and most left-brain skills, so this is all I've got, haha!) However, I wouldn't call myself top-tier in the fanfic writer's world. Even though I have been doing this for many years, I still struggle with any aspects of my writing--in the same ways you described!

But you asked so kindly and I want to be able to offer you something, so here are the few tips I could think of that personally work for me, in addressing the challenges you described:

SotWK's Writing Strategies and Tips

Writing exercises or prompts

I actually suffer from having too many ideas, so I don't seek or invite new prompts often. I lean on the endless stream of wackadoo ideas in my brain, or the lovely suggestions and requests that come into my (always open) Ask Box.

I exercise things that I'm weakest at, and right now that's my speed and focus. I currently write at an abysmal 6-7 wpm (about 200 words every 30 minutes). Embarrassingly slow! I very recently discovered sprinting on Discord servers, and so far it's been effective in training me to focus on just getting words down as quickly as I can. I highly recommend it! I think with time it will gradually bump up my wpm.

If you really would like prompts to get you going, there are plenty of prompt games floating around the Tolkien fandom. You can also source them from writing groups, such as @fellowshipofthefics, the one I currently belong to. Their January Trope Roulette, for example, is so much fun! Amazing support group for Tolkien writers, and more importantly--very chill, no pressure.

Dialogue

This is tricky for everyone, and definitely exposes a writer's style and ability to speak in the voice of different characters (I think that's why writers stress about it). You gotta do it with accuracy and range, so it IS a challenge!

If you want to get as close to the characters' voices as Tolkien wrote them, then the obvious strategy seems to be to immerse yourself in the source material. Read the books. Watch the movies (which are pretty faithful, tone/dialogue wise).

When writing Tolkien fanfic, I am constantly browsing through my books (having ebook copies helps), playing the trilogies in the background, or listening to the audiobooks (I have the Andy Serkis versions). It's a little bit like method acting. If you drown yourself in the character's voices enough, you'll actually start talking like them in your head. You'll pick up on the language, the word choices, the pace of the dialogue within the story.

This is the reason I personally don't hop around fandoms (Tolkien only), and I stay away from modern AUs or crack fics. I prefer to preserve that Middle-earth tone and voice and keep it consistent in my writings.

You can also draw inspiration from other period/medieval/fantasy works! My frequent go-to's are ASOIAF/Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon, Pride and Prejudice, and even Downtown Abbey works!

This last one might be extra weird, but I am a writer who leans heavily on fancasts/actors for inspiration. I like seeing a clear face and hearing a distinct voice for the character I am writing. It truly helps me write dialogue. For this reason, I fancast every major character that appears in my fics, and I usually pick big-name actors. Why? Because they have more movies/tv shows I can watch and listen to!

Fun fact: While writing my Éomer fic (which was VERY dialogue heavy), I listened to the first 7 minutes of Dredd SO MANY TIMES over and over just to imbibe Karl Urban's voice--I'm surprised the Netflix app didn't crash.

Showing, not telling

Here's one thing to try: Use "said" or "said + adverb" more often than you think you should, instead of trying to force a substitute. Or don't use a speech verb at all. This will force you to get a bit more descriptive about the characters' specific condition or actions. (Example from my fic: “Anywhere. Far enough to take you away from all this--” Éomer swung out his free arm in a gesture as wild as the fervor in his eyes. “Away from everything that is confusing you.”)

Visualizing a clear picture in my head helps me with the showing, and writing descriptions. Besides daydreaming and staring off into space, watch cinematic masterpieces, and train yourself to use words to describe what you are seeing.

But personally, I think purple prose and lack of brevity is the bigger issue in many fanfics (including my own). We need to remember there's nothing wrong with being straightforward in our storytelling and descriptions, because it speeds up the story pace or at least gives it more variety.

Shaking off Rust

Nothing else to do but just do it, my friend! :)

Whenever I feel rusty or blah about my current projects, I just shuffle over to a different WIP, or if it's really bad--start a new one!

As long as you're getting words down and you're happy and satisfied, you're doing it right.

Lean on writing friends for help and inspiration. We are a community here, regardless of the whisperings that "fandom is dying". It will stay alive and thriving if we keep it so!

Anyway, that's my non-professional, semi-bogus advice regarding things that work for me! Hopefully you can find something in there that works for you too.

Thank you as always for your kind words, and I wish you the best of luck--and LOTS OF FUN--in your writing!

#sotwk answers #anon asks #i have the best anons #anon: mithril #writing #writing community #writing tips #creative writing #writblr #lotr #tolkien #eomer #karl urban #sotwk advice #sotwk fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #fanfiction writer

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wingsofimagery · 10 months

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Healing Aurora | Prologue

❂ Summary: Supernatural Inn & Spa Owner/Keeper!MC x Multi-route (haha... ik) ❂ Characters: ATEEZ, Stray Kids, TXT, Lee Chaeryeong, Miyawaki Sakura, Huening siblings ❂ Genre: General/Supernational ❂ Warnings: N/A ❂ Word Count: 760 ❂ A/N: Don't yall just love that I disappear for a long time and come back with a new work that's either never updating again or is a disappointment? LOL JK... Life's been a bit—way—rough lately but please enjoy! I'd appreciate likes and/or reblogs. Please give my works some love! Comments not mandatory~ ** TO THE IMPORTANT PART: Please note this story can be read out of order... kinda. ** Banner credit to my friend, she was so sweet to help me make simple mood banners for each chara so just you wait~ LOL

One moment, your eyes were closed to take a nap; the next, they opened to meet the eyes of a fennec fox. Round and glossy, the eyes peered deep into you. You blinked, and it blinked back in response. What it does next freaked you out.

“Oh good! I’m going to tell Chan-hyung you woke up!” it chirped.

“YOU SPEAK!” you screeched, sitting up immediately in shock.

“What do you mean? Oh no, you lost your memories, didn’t you? We were warned about this. I was hoping it wasn’t true! S-stay right there!”

The fox did not wait for you to respond. Instead, it ran straight out toward the destination it had in mind.

While you sat there contemplating whether to make or break for it; you paused to take in what the fox said. Lost memories? You looked around the room and realized how different it was from the one you were accommodated to. Indeed the color was your favorite color, but everything else seemed different from your own room. You were highly confused about where you were, but somewhere in your heart, this place feels like home.

The door slid open, and in walked three additional figures, though the fox was nowhere to be seen. They were humans, but something told you they were not so simply put. The one with pointed ears (you found yourself curious but not surprised) took your hand in his. He watched your eyes twinkle with recognition.

“It seems I don’t have to reintroduce myself. How do you feel, my princette?”

You shifted from your position, then shrugged your shoulders. You could not give him a proper answer. You did not feel terrible, but you did not feel good either. You were in a state between indifference and confusion, but you knew his name and who he was to you. You wish you could say the same for the other two.

“I am not really sure, Soobin. I’m feeling so out of it. It’s not even funny,” you scoffed in disbelief when his name left your lips. How were you able to suddenly remember his name?

“Well, princette, let’s start with something easy. Like, do you remember us?”

Your gaze fell upon the half-black half-blond-haired individual who questioned you. You shook your head. You then looked at the person next to him, his orange hair stood out but, again, you shook your head, unable to recognize him.

“How did you know who Soobin is?”

“I don’t,” you replied, “I touched Soobin’s hand and suddenly I know who he is.”

“Just his name?”

“Everything that has to do with him.”

“Is that why your eye sparkled like a shooting star passing through the sky?” The cruella-haired asked.

“You noticed that too,” orange noted, “let’s test it out.”

He walked forward and asked for your hand, to which you wordlessly placed on top of his. Once again, a dim white light flashed across your eyes, catching all three’s attention.

“Chan.”

“Princette.”

A smile was shared between the two of you before the cruella-haired male asked for his turn. You obliged and, for the third time in moments, your eyes gleamed in the exact way Hongjoong had described it. So that was his name.

“Welcome back, Princette,” he softly kissed the back of your hand before pulling back to stand with Chan and Soobin.

“Looks like we’re going to have to reintroduce you to everyone through touch slowly. It’s a good thing the method of regaining memory is discovered early,” Chan nodded, happy to know the problem was not that big of a problem to begin with.

“It will be a bit of a journey since there’s quite a many of us,” Soobin commented with a sigh but was smiling nonetheless.

“Let’s get a head start then. Are you ready to get out of bed, Princette? It’s about time we got you some food as well,” Hongjoong presented you with his hand again.

Grabbing hold of his hand, you walked with him, Chan, and Soobin out of the room you were staying in. Whatever awaited you on the other side was surely going to be a feat, but you had a feeling nobody here would harm you. Questions arose, many of which were answers that would not be so simply answered by yourself— or quite possibly the others. Just how long will it take to regain the memories of this life? Will you retain the memories of the other life? You were deep in thought, allowing Hongjoong to guide you to wherever you guys were heading.

#txt scenarios #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #ateez scenarios #stray kids x reader #txt x reader #tomorrow x together x reader #ateez x reader

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msm-tsotmw · 1 year

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5/13/20XX

I have nothing to say except for the fact that it’s getting really windy out here, plus I’ve been trying to read this ONE book but the pages keep flipping. Wait…

(Sprigg spots a bunch of strange glyphs on a piece of aged paper tucked between two of the pages.)

What’s That ?

AGH! TOORIE!

Oh , Sorry , Heh Heh ! I Was Just Curious About That Piece Of …

Toorie, NO. Don’t touch it.

(It’s too late. Toorie’s already picked up the piece of paper, but her poor grip and the wind blows it away.)

FUCK-

OH . UH-

(Luckily, Mondo catches it. He tries to read it, but his cringefail simp brain cannot comprehend the glyphs.)

the fuck is this

Uh…

May I take a look ?

Oh. Sure. It’s just another page of glyphs.

(Mauna squints at the piece of paper. She tucks it in her bag.)

We should probably dock somewhere so that I can read this better . Sprigg , is there anywhere on the map that is located near us?

(Sprigg squints at the map on the boat deck.)

…Faerie Island, apparently. It’s a few days away from here.

I think I can handle waiting for that long . I should keep an eye on this paper , just in case !

Speaking Of The Paper , What’s It About ?

More glyphs .

Ooh ! Interesting !

nice

what do you think they mean

I … do not know yet . Let us just keep sailing , for now !

Okay !

alr

But the thing is, we’re gonna need someone here to tell us if we’ve reached Faerie yet. I don’t think ANY of us have been there before.

Hmm …

maybe I could help?

(Everyone on the boat looks up at the top of the mast to find Flitz sitting there, with a pair of goggles on top of her head, as well as a compass watch on her right talon.)

ey flitz

how did you get here

well, uh-

i… kinda figured you guys would need help on your trip! plus, I did help you guys find your way to some places before, if I recall correctly…

what I’m saying is, I just wanted to join! adventuring seems WAY more fun than just sitting at my screen posting pics of food all day, haha.

Well , You’re Welcome To Join The Team !! We Did Need A Navigator , Anyway , Haha .

So do you know where Faerie Island is? It’s a few days away from here, but I’m not sure which way we should be heading…

faerie island? wait, my friend Siku lives there! I think if you just go straight ahead, then steer left for a few days, then you’ll get there. the giant beanstalk on the beach is a tell-tale sign! Siku told me that-

Maybe try not to distract us from navigating.

ah. okay.

Nonono , you can tell us ! My partner Moperetta is good friends with Siku , too .

wait, you and Mops are dating?

Erm … yes ! We recently started dating , right before I joined you guys .

oh, that’s amazing!! Mops told me that it thinks you’re beautiful, smart, and graceful, and I’m glad you two finally got to be together.

Me too !

Aww ! It’s Wonderful How Moperetta Finally Got To Be With The Monster They’ve Always Dreamed Of Being With . Right , Mondo ?

oh uh

yeah

(Sprigg shoots a look at Mondo that looks like this.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

yeah uhhhhHHH

anyways, Flitz is here!! she’s pretty good at finding directions, also I think they’re gonna need a bigger boat for all these new members lol

might add a Faerie monster to the team idk-

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

#msm #my singing monsters #msm au #my singing monsters au #furcorn #furcorn msm #pompom #pompom msm #mammott #mammott msm #kayna #kayna msm #tweedle #tweedle msm

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rekas-writes · 2 years

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Give us something for gender euphoria? For pride month? 👉👈 characters of course of your choosing

A/N: More than happy to oblige~! Thank you for the ask, big sibling ^^ Went with Neon from Val bc she’s such a huge comfort to me ngl-

This also leaned more into the coming out prompt than I intended, whoops ^^; I came up with a different sorta plot but didn't want to scrap this either so I might post both-

Also I’m so sorry for the slight hiatus! I’ve been caught up playing R6 Extraction/Valorant ^^; I also wanted to just have a small break to refresh myself and keep my writing tip top for you guys! I’ve been feeling kind of out of it lately haha

✧☕✧ Thank you for ordering, please do visit again soon~! ✧🍮✧

Be Unafraid to Be You

Pair: Platonic! Neon/ FtM! Reader

Type: One-Shot - 1139 words

Genre: Fluff

Inspiration/Prompt: Pride Prompts #29 - Gender Euphoria

Summary: Following your coming out, you feel so free and happy to be yourself. In your reverie, you recollect how ecstatic your best friend Neon was and the celebratory feast she took you out for. What says I love you more than food, after all.

TW: None

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In all honesty, Neon was your rock. The person you ran to when you felt scared. The person you sought whenever you needed a second opinion. The person who motivated you and encouraged you as you faced yourself and spoke your truth to the base. She’s your best friend, your hype-man and your inspiration all in one. None could really defy your bond, from teammates to enemies. You were a force to be reckoned with together.

You’d never felt better as you finally embraced and donned the identity of the man you were meant to be, and it was all because of her. Her unwavering loyalty and never-ending support of you as who you truly are. She was the first person you confided in, of course she was. She was and still is your best friend and you needed her support then more than ever. As you wrung your hands in front of you nervously, she had simply raised an eyebrow, her tone light-hearted in an attempt to calm you down,

“Hoy, bes, (Hey, best friend,*) what’s wrong? Overheard something about Viper you shouldn’t have? C’mon, kumusta ka na? (What’s up?*)” She had a gentle smile on her face despite the joking tone in her voice. She’d gotten increasingly worried, a fact she confided in you afterward with a laugh, but trusted you would tell her what’s wrong when you were ready,

“Tala I…” you started with a waver, but steel yourself. She gave you an attentive, patient nod as she waited for you to continue. She let you take your time, to find your words and sort your feelings enough to speak without a wobble. In the end, the coming out, albeit maybe clumsy, is sweet and heartfelt. Neon holds nothing but admiration for you as she asks for your new name. You swear the first time she refers to you as Y/N, you almost cried. She’s rather thorough in her research, mildly nervous as she tiptoes around asking Sage about the subject- not wanting to carelessly spill what you had so carefully confided.

From trips to the mall for any new clothes you wished for, to new haircuts to fit any newfound sense of style or contouring to help you feel more confident, to gifting you a good quality binder just in case, out of worry you may be hurting yourself. She’s always looking out for you on all fronts. Gods forbid someone tries to hurt you because of your identity. In passing conversation, you admit you were slightly scared that she would end your friendship. She’s wide-eyed at the presumption- shaking her head,

“Why be friends with someone if you’re not gonna like them as who they really are. Sounds kinda stupid in my opinion,” were her only words of wisdom on the topic, a shared laugh following.

And now you were here living your best life on base, and you’ve never felt happier. You were free to express yourself how you wished, gaining confidence and security from both friends and you just feeling great in general from this newfound freedom. From Phoenix jokingly finger-gunning you with a “Looking good, handsome!” to the loud, mildly overwhelming support from Raze as she offered to set off some fireworks (and maybe a few other not-OSHA-approved explosives) to celebrate.

Though, none compared to Neon’s own heart-warming celebration. That was a memory you could never erase, not that you’d ever really want to. You could still recall it in clear detail; it was nearing evening and Tala had made some off-hand comments about going out soon to eat to mark the day off. Good food was always a nice bow to tie off a great day.

Tala practically dragged you to the restaurant, with you slightly struggling to keep up despite her not using her High Gear, only slowing down a tad with a bashful apology when you tugged her arm- mildly out of breath. As you settled in the restaurant, only slightly surprised she had a reservation, she was quick to start listing out the food she wanted.

Staring at the table, you’re pretty sure you have a whole feast. The Duelist walks you through it, her eyes lighting up at a few personal favourites of hers. There’s fresh, crispy lumpia, bowls for the piping hot sinigang and steaming rice, another bigger bowl for the warm kare-kare, fried bangus, hearty chicken Tinola and some more plates and dishes for whatever Neon decided was necessary.

The electrical radiant pauses as some pancit arrives at the table. A small and simple yet filling dish. It’s a small portion given what you’d just eaten, but there’s something different about the way Neon wants to show you the dish. She’s almost nervous as she hesitates,

“Hey uh…” she gestures to the plate and pushes it a little in your direction, “This is pancit. It’s a staple celebratory food, especially on birthdays because it symbolises long life. And I know it’s not your birthday but it’s a special day for you and you look the happiest I've ever seen you be. I… I want to commemorate it,” she’s looking away a slight, suddenly shy but you smile at her, trembly and slightly watery from the way you’re tearing up,

“Thank you, Tala. I really appreciate it,” you spoke with a slight sniffle, a few stray tears already falling from not only how kind the gesture was but how far her efforts went for you. Looking back at your expression, her eyes widen a slight,

“H-Hey, hey, no waterworks! This is meant to be a happy occasion, diba? (*right?)” she shakes her head but she’s smiling all the same, relieved. With Neon urging you, you finally grab some rice noodles. However, she’s quick to stop you from breaking the noodles,

“The long life thing doesn’t work if you break them! Each noodle’s long which is where the whole thing came from. If you cut it, you’re cutting off your blessings. And with our kind of jobs, I’d like to keep you around a lot longer. I hate making new friends,” you laugh at the last part, something Tala can’t help but join before you get a better grip on the rice noodles.

You nudge neon a little, waving your fork as you gesture for her to do the same,

“If I’m gonna be living longer, I wanna live longer with my best friend, Y’know? I ain’t having you die on me,” you joke as the radiant laughs a little, nodding her head,

“Well, I’m not planning on leaving you here without me. Who else’s gonna tell you you look bad before we go out?” You’re both smiling and giggling as you clumsily clink your forks in a toast and a promise.

A promise to kick ass together forever and have each other’s backs till the very end.

#Valorant #valorant x reader #valorant neon #neon x reader #x trans male reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #reader insert

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