#college romance author

[the-golden-comet]

✨💋Friday Kiss Tag💋✨

It’s here. It is finally here. ✨

Rules: From your story/WIP, share a scene with a kiss. It can be any kind of kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead smooches, to full blown makeouts

Happy Friday, everyone! It’s time for the kiss tag. Yep, Ali and Noah’s kiss.🧞‍♂️💋💫

From my WIP YWIMC, 33 chapters later. THE KISS….

…below the cut. Because it gets heated. Tag list is also below the cut, but consider this an +open tag. Share the love ✨

Also TW for people with emetophobia

Loooooong tagging list. Lemme see those smooches 💖✨

@autism-purgatory @ath3alin @drchenquill @willtheweaver @wyked-ao3 @sunglasses-in-the-bentley @gioiaalbanoart @madi-konrad @alinacapellabooks @talesofsorrowandofruin @zackprincebooks @lychhiker-writes @thatuselesshuman @tabswrites @theverumproject @theliteraryarchitect @finickyfelix @bookish-karina @far-cry-from-finality @yourpenpaldee @unstableunicornsofasgard @orions-quill @poorreputation @mr-orion @aintgonnatakethis @astramachina @scribble-dee-vee @katenewmanwrites @kaylinalexanderbooks @paeliae-occasionally @fantasy-things-and-such @cybercelestian @corvys-clover @corinneglass @glasshouses-and-stones @houseplantblank @billybatsonmylove @justabigoldnerd @pippinoftheshire @brigidfromthecelts @noxxytocin @marlowethelibrarian @fortunatetragedy @littlepup93 @the-bar-sinister @despair-nagito @froggy-pposto @dyrewrites @deanwax

[fictionadventurer]

The real difference between British and American Edwardian-era light fiction is that American stories have college girls. The British ones have girls who went to boarding school together, but it's a different vibe. The boarding school vibe is more juvenille--our parents sent us here, we've got to sneak around under the watchful eyes of our teachers, etc.--while the college girls chose to take their education to a higher level, and there's more of a sense that they have to use it out in the world. There's more energy to it. I don't know. It's just a thing.

[lanietechauthor]

MIDNIGHT MUSE IS FINALLY HERE!!⁠ ⁠ My debut novel is now available in ebook and paperback!⁠ ⁠ Thank you to everyone who has supported me in any way, read and hyped Midnight Muse, you are the real MVPs and I send my love to you all!!⁠ ⁠ Ahhhh, I really don’t know what to else to say other than I hope you enjoy Quinn and Knox’s story as much as I did while writing it.⁠ ⁠ Happy reading!!⁠

Midnight Muse is available in paperback through Amazon or your local online retailers, as well as KU!

[dragonsasastronauts]

Bioware was so real for this

[annabethisterrified]

tweets specifically curated to make me sob violently into a pillow for three hours ❤️❤️❤️❤️ LMAO they are too cute!!!! I've followed these lovely authors for a while now and everytime I hear about their story I genuinely tear up anyway here's their book!!: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/she-gets-the-girl-rachael-lippincott/1139746872?bvstate=pg:2/ct:r

[rabieferacarens]

"We pass through the present with our eyes blindfolded. We are permitted merely to sense and guess at what we are actually experiencing. Only later when the cloth is untied can we glance at the past and find out what we have experienced and what meaning it has."

Laughable loves, Milan Kundera

[rhiannonwrites]

My girlfriend and I are starting to explore finding new places to work. For some crazy reason she’s not that into cafes but she’s okay with working at Panera 🥴 No shade to Panera, but I’m just into the latte and low light vibe lol.

Anyways, today was productive and it was nice to be able to work together.

[unique-high]

Project Romance

Hanbin x black girl OC

Summary: In which a boy finds himself falling in love. Or where Hanbin is part of the film and photography department and he is given the assignment to document a girl named Krystal Taylor.

SMALL PREVIEW

Krystal looked into the camera. I zoomed in on her face before zooming out. "Don't you find me boring?" she asked.

"Not at all. I walk around her with the camera capturing every bit of her. "You're the most interesting person I've ever met."

She threw her head back laughing. The sun poured into her mouth and poured over her skin making her glow. I lowered my camera to watch her with my eyes. Something about the way she laughed made my heart spark and jump. And I think then, at that very moment I had fallen in love with Krystal Taylor.

A/N: I'm not going to write this story anymore but anyone is free to have it. If you do write it please tag me I would love to read it. 😭 You can also turn this into a Hanbin x fem! Black reader. Or any idol of your choice with y/n. 🙂

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 Icebreaker Book Review 🦇

[ Find my review on Goodreads | Storygraph | Instagram ]

❓ #QOTD Ice skating or hockey? ❓ 🦇 Anatasia "Stassie" Allen is SO close to qualifying for Team USA alongside her competitive figure ice skating partner, Aaron. Also a student at Maple Hills College is Nathan Hawkins, captain of the school's hockey team. Unfortunately, a messy misunderstanding leaves both teams sharing an ice skating rink; a hitch in Stassie's rigorous schedule that could impede her efforts. Can Stassie and Nathan get along enough to help one another succeed, or will they only butt heads (and skates)?

💜 Given how much this book was hyped last year, it's no surprise that's brimming with plenty of romance tropes and smut. However, the story's true strength lies in its mental health representation, including the benefits of healthy communication to strengthen relationships and ongoing therapy. Both MCs are interesting, layered characters (though I have a few issues with Stassie, Nate is one of those bookish boyfriends you just want more of). Anastasia is a relatable female MC who recognizes her faults and strives to work past them. Nate is protective, a problem solver, a shield. They're well-matched. I also have to say I fell in love with the hockey boys, who are absolutely adorable.

🦇 Unfortunately, it felt like the author was trying to check off a long list of tropes for the sake of grabbing readers. The relationship relies on sex as the real catalyst (and suddenly all their tension and animosity is gone and forgotten) when Stassie and Nate could have developed a little more before sleeping together. The issue of them sharing a rink VERY quickly disappears as the main source of conflict, in exchange for a lot of 'can't keep their hands off each other' smut. The new source of conflict becomes Aaron, who is exhausting as an antagonist. While Stassie recognizes that Aaron isn't the villain in her story, he's painted as one until the very end, and the solution seems so simple that it's a shock Stassie didn't consider it before. The justifications for his behavior aren't enough, and there aren't enough positives to outweigh the negatives. While Stassie and Nate experience growth through their relationship, I wish we'd seen more development outside of their relationship with one another. They tend to exist in a cute, romantic bubble ("playing house"), leaving the bulk of their character development to occur when they're apart. Needless to say, this story has a weak plot for how long it drags on.

🦇 Recommended to fans of the Addicted Series or spicy BookTok favorites.

✨ The Vibes ✨ ⛸️ Enemies to Lovers 🏒 Spice ⛸️ He Falls First 🏒 Sports Romance ⛸️ Ice Skater x Hockey Captain 🏒 Grumpy vs Sunshine ⛸️ Mental Health Rep 🏒 Forced Proximity ⛸️ College Romance 🏒 Part of a Series

❝ “I know you don’t, but you’re worth defending. Every cut, bruise, every single pang of anger or frustration. It’s all worth it. I’d throw my last punch defending you because you deserve to have someone be that person for you, and there’s no one more qualified for the job than me.” ❞

❝ She’s taught me communicating doesn’t mean everything is perfect, it doesn’t mean we don’t disagree. It means we work through the imperfect bit together, and if we don’t agree, we at least know why the other feels that way, even if it’s not going to change our minds. We’re still individuals, but we’re individuals together, and I never knew relationships could be like this. ❞

[bubbles081021]

I'm registered for classes and am planning on buying a little something for those that are Call of Duty fans such as my partner and myself. 🤭

The job hunt for that in veterinary is what is hurting right now. Hoping to get a new hoodie and a mask to start off my cosplay journey with the first paycheck I get after being hired on!!

Cute little hoodie from my favorite cosplayer that I can't wait to get! Love Pigeon Boy!! Wish me luck on the job hunt!

[lilibetbombshell]

[the-golden-comet]

💖Friday kiss (get ready for the feels)💋

Happy Friday, everyone!! You know what time it is 💖✨Thank you for tagging me as well, @lychhiker-writes !! ✨

Rules: From your Story/WIP, post a kiss. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, platonic smooches, forehead kisses, to full-blown makeouts.

If you haven’t got a kiss to share, no worries at all! You can treat this post like a writing share ✨

Rules: Share a snippet from your story/WIP

I snuck in a little more context from my writing share I posted this week, but there are still so many questions. Hmmmm 🤔🧞‍♂️✨

“NOAH!!” Ali wrapped his strong arms around the man he loved, collapsing onto him and the bed in relief and happiness as he cried tears of joy. He openly sobbed as his chest trembled in anxiety, calming his tears with gentle kisses on Noah’s forehead as he whispered between each one: “Mashallah!! Mashallah!! Mashall-ah!!”

“Ali….w-what’s going on?” Noah blushed at all the sweet kisses, wincing a bit when he felt a hand gently massage the back of his head. “W-what happened?”

“Oh, Noah….” Ali exhaled quickly before sucking the anxious breath back in. “….Oh, Allah, oh……It’s a long story, I…..I just need to hold you a little longer…..”

I will gently alert my taglist and also do an +open tag here! Happy smoochin! 💋✨

👇✨Tag list for writing snippets below. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

Tag List for writing tidbits (lmk if you want + or -)

@autism-purgatory , @glasshouses-and-stones , @deanwax , @honeybewrites , @paeliae-occasionally , @fantasy-things-and-such , @billybatsonmylove , @madi-konrad , @houseplantblank , @far-cry-from-finality , @topazadine , @thecoolerlucky , @willtheweaver , @somethingclevermahogony , @noxxytocin , @addicted2coke-theothercoke , @illarian-rambling , @mysticstarlightduck , @the-letterbox-archives , @ominous-feychild , @saturnine-saturneight , @words-after-midnight , @sableglass , @yourpenpaldee , @moltenwrites , @pixies-love-envy , @davycoquette , @writeahurricane , @nczaversnick , @greenfinchwriter , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @lavender-gloom , @aintgonnatakethis , @thecomfywriter , @pluppsauthor , @flurrysahin , @authorcoledipalo , @jadeglas , @spookyceph , @48lexr , @inseasofgreen , @saebasanart , @pippinoftheshire , @just-emis-blog , @aalinaaaaaa , @badscientist , @worlds-tallest-fairy , @rhikasa , @swordslord

[onceandfutureclotpoll]

Title: Caesura

Author: StormDancer

Rating: Mature

Summary: Merlin is a writing prodigy with the world's most angsty case of writer's block; Arthur is an overachieving Econ major struggling to escape his father's shadow. Together, they fight crime!

Well no, they don't. But they do fall in love.

[zaramonzel]

Beyond Rivalry

Valerie rushed across campus, her arms full of books as she tried to get to her next class on time. Dodging groups of students along the hallway, her foot caught on uneven pavement. Books flew as she crashed down with an "oof”.

“Need a hand?” came a familiar voice. She looked up to see Jason standing above her, arm outstretched in an offer of help. With a scowl, she ignored his hand and began gathering her scattered notes and textbooks. 

Jason and Valerie had a long history of competition that stretched back to their days as rivals on the debate team in high school. Where Valerie was studious and meticulous in her preparation, Jason relied more on charm and quick wit. More often than not, Jason’s gambles paid off, earning him wins over Valerie in several occasions.

Their rivalry only grew stronger once they both ended up in the same university. It seemed their classes were constantly pitting them against each other, whether for top grades on essays or leading opposing sides of mock trials. Neither was willing to give an inch to the other.

As Valerie stuffed her notes back into her overflowing bag, Jason crouched down to help. “Let me carry some,” he offered. “Don’t want you taking another spill so close to exams.”

Valerie glanced up at him, frustration and reluctance clear on her face. But with a heavy load herself, she knew refusing his help meant being late. “Fine,” she relented curtly, “but I expect them back unscathed at the end of class.” 

She handed him half of her books without further complaint and they walked in tense silence toward their shared lecture. While grateful for the help carrying her books, she remained wary of his intentions. Four years of cutthroat competition had taught her not to let down her guard, even for a moment.

As they entered the lecture hall, Jason returned the stack of books to Valerie. "Try not to trip over your own two feet next time," he said with a grin.

Valerie frowned. "Just stay out of my way," she shot back, brushing past him to find her seat. She could feel Jason's eyes on her as she went, his smug smile undoubtedly still in place. The game was far from over as long as they were classmates, and Valerie was determined not to lose the upper hand.

In the weeks following, Valerie kept her head down and focused on her assignments. At the library one evening, she happened to glance up and notice Jason sitting at a nearby table, books and papers spread out in his usual unorganised fashion. Their eyes met briefly before Valerie gave him a weary nod of acknowledgment and returned to her work.

To her surprise, Jason soon came over with a fresh cup of coffee. "Looked like you could use a pick-me-up. Mind if I join for a bit?" he asked. 

Valerie regarded him carefully but saw only friendly sincerity in his expression. She was loath to admit it, but company did sound nicer than solitude for once. With a small nod, she granted permission.

Before long, Valerie found herself seconds away from tearing her hair out over her half-written paper and Jason noticed her distress. "My place is just down the block if you need a fresher workspace," he offered. "No distractions, I promise."

Weighing her exhaustion and the promise of a productive workspace, Valerie decided taking a risk might pay off. 

The short walk to Jason's place passed in companionable silence, each lost in thought. As they climbed the stairs and Jason unlocked his door, Valerie took in subtle hints of Jason beyond rivalry—photos of loving family, stacks of worn books. Surprisingly, his flat was very well tidied.

"Make yourself at home," Jason invited. Framed degrees and awards spoke of his strong determination to achieve, yet walls displayed posters reflecting deeper passions.

Valerie set up her notes and laptop at the large glass-top table. She realised this was the most space she'd had to work in weeks. But soon her concentration broke—stomach rumbling loudly at the scent of…pasta? 

She turned to find Jason pottering about the kitchen. Pots simmered on the gas stove while herbs and vegetables awaited knife-work on the pristine marble island counter. Shelves held an organised array of spices, oils and equipment. She hadn’t noticed the kitchen when she came in. The way he hummed softly as he cooked seemed so...normal.

“You cook?” Valerie asked curiously. Jason was full of surprises it seemed.

Jason glanced back with an easy grin. "What do you think this kitchen's for? Decoration?"

Valerie blushed, caught off guard. “I didn't realise..."

"No point in takeout when home cooking is healthier and I enjoy cooking,” Jason replied as he placed a plate of chicken pasta in front of her. "Have a taste first. You look exhausted."

The smell of the food lifted her fatigue. Valerie accepted, touched by his thoughtfulness. Over dinner, easy conversation flowed as old biases fell away. Where once she saw arrogance, Valerie now glimpsed a thoughtful humour and sincere passion beyond self-interest.

By the time they finished dinner, night had fallen. A calm quiet had settled over the city as Jason brewed a pot of coffee on the stove.

"Want to talk more outside?" he offered. Valerie nodded, curious to see the view of the twilight skyline from his balcony.

With steaming mugs in hand, the pair retreated to the balcony to unwind further under the soft glow of string lights. As they conversed through the evening, Valerie felt the stress of deadlines lift completely from her shoulders. She felt at ease to open up like never before.

Jason listened with empathy, sharing his own story of persevering through loss to become a role model for his younger siblings. Valerie began to see not a rival but an empathetic soul with deep care for others.

Hours had slipped by unnoticed. Reluctant to leave such rare intellectual harmony, Valerie lingered longer, questions turning from academic to personal. Tucked among throw pillows on the rug, conversation deepened into dreams of making a change in the world. 

As midnight peeked in, the long night of lively discussion had taken its natural toll. Valerie found her eyelids growing heavy, lulled by the fire's warmth and calm of Jason's voice. Before she knew it, consciousness slipped away as her head rested comfortably on his shoulder. Jason soon noticed her breaths had deepened and evened out in peaceful slumber.

Dawn's rosy light filtered into the apartment as Valerie stirred from a deep slumber. As consciousness slowly returned, she realised her cheek laid against a warm surface rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Blinking awake, Valerie slowly lifted her head and was stunned to find her impromptu pillow had in fact been Jason's shoulder. She must have drifted off there as their discussion ran late into the night.

A flush crept over Valerie's cheeks at the intimate position she'd unwittingly assumed. Her eyes flitted up to meet Jason's, afraid of what she might see—annoyance, discomfort, impatience to be rid of her intrusion.

But Jason merely smiled, an expression so tender it somehow soothed Valerie's embarrassment. "Good morning. I hope you slept well," he said softly.

Too mortified to speak, Valerie could only nod. Yet as Jason casually offered breakfast to start the day afresh, she sensed no judgement in him - only care that she feel at ease.

The following week, Valerie strode across campus, mentally preparing for an ethics debate. Spotting Jason ahead, that familiar spark flared anew—a desire, not for closeness, but to best him in intellect once more. She quickened her pace.

“Review the Marx case, Jason. Wouldn’t want your argument to become predictable.”

He turned, grin widening as if waiting for her challenge. Their eyes met and Valerie found herself caught in the deep blue of Jason's gaze.

"Marx, is it? Trying to stack the deck with your area of expertise, I see,” Jason replied teasingly. "Lucky for you, I'm always eager to dive into critical theory. Lead the way and enlighten me, oh wise one."

Valerie felt a smile tug at her lips in response to his good-natured jesting. It seemed their familiar competitive spirit remained, but the accompanying edge had dulled into something...warm, almost playful.

Their discussion wound its way from Marxian analysis to more personal matters. As they talked, she found her eyes drawn again and again to Jason's passionate expressions, the languid curves of his lips and hands gesturing. Valerie was surprised to find how much she enjoyed getting to know this side of Jason. 

When their hands brushed reaching for the same book, she felt a sudden jolt, a fluttering pulse of energy that made her breath catch. Their gazes locked and she saw the tenderness in Jason's gaze mingled with amusement at her blush. All thoughts of the texts fell away, leaving a profound stillness where unspoken questions lingered in the air. Was it her imagination, or had the space between them grown charged?

“I was wondering…there's this new art exhibition opening downtown this weekend. Would you care to join me?” His hand rose shyly to rub the back of his neck, such a hearteningly boyish gesture that Valerie thought was only done in movies. 

Unable to resist teasing this rare moment of exposed sentiment within him, she grinned, “Are you asking me out on a date, Jason?”

Jason met her teasing with a smile, a becoming pink still colouring his cheeks. "Yeah, I guess I am. I was thinking dinner after, if you're free."

Valerie was caught off guard by Jason's vulnerable boldness. It was unexpectedly endearing coming from her usually composed rival. 

Four years of competition between them since high school. While she spent evenings researching all sides of an issue, making sure she matches his vigour argument for argument, Jason always seemed to skate in moments before their matches and still snatch victory from her. It was a dance they knew well, one fuelling underlying feelings she refused to acknowledge. It frustrated yet impressed Valerie to no end. Beneath the surface irritation, an undeniable spark had ignited between them from their first clash.

Until now, with his coy yet meaningful question lingering open in the air. All at once, Valerie realised how far they'd come. She thought about how taking this new path with Jason meant venturing into unknown territory. While the future was unclear, in these couple of weeks, Jason had helped make her feel like taking that step wasn't something to fear. 

“The exhibition and dinner sounds nice," she replied. "I'd like that."

Jason let out a quiet, relieved laugh at Valerie's acceptance. Beneath his usual confidence, he'd felt nervousness like never before in putting himself out there.

Valerie had always been the one to keep him on his toes through their debates, approaching each topic with unmatched dedication and rigour. Charm and improvisation could only get him so far against her strategic questioning.

Secretly, it was what he admired most about her—the way she challenged him to constantly raise his own standards as well. Over the years, their clashes had stirred in him not just sparks of debate, but something more intimate he'd shoved down, fearing it would make him vulnerable.

"I'm looking forward to it,” he said with a grateful smile. 

Valerie felt a blush rise to her cheeks in response. Though they had reached new understanding, old habits died hard. She couldn't resist the opportunity to regain footing with a witty retort.

"Getting sentimental now, are we?" she teased, raising a brow in challenge.

Jason let out a short laugh, rising readily to her bait. "Wouldn't want you to think I've gone soft.” He leaned back, adopting an air of casual smugness. "Just you wait until the weekend—I’ll have you singing a different tune by the time I've dazzled you with my artistic expertise."

"We'll see about that.” Valerie's eyes gleamed.

[broke-art-girl]

"21 Detectives." by Broke_Art_Girl

Fandom: 21 pilots, MCR, P!ATD, Melanie Martinez, Billie Eilish, Corpse Husband +more.

Summary: Tyler Joseph has always been a normal kid, until senior year, when he starts hearing voices. After being told he was a mind reader, he moved to Rosewood Academy, a school full of people with supernatural abilities just like him. He has no idea what he's doing. But after making a new friend he feels like his abilities can help aid in finding the two Missing girls from Rosewood.

Words: 4k+

Characters: Josh Dun, Tyler Joseph, Melanie Martinez, Billie Eilish, Corpse Husband, Gerard Way, Brendon Urie, +more

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53017801

[wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj]

pop culture casting adults as high schoolers is understandable but it really does skew with people’s perceptions on how we look. like. the grade 12s are adults and even they are significantly kid-looking. i found a ya romance set in high school at the library and reading the more mature scenes gets really strange when i remember that these kids are supposed to be my age and i realize the author imagines that 16 year olds look like 18-19 year olds