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goodbye- w. maximoff

pairing: fwb!wanda x reader

summary: wanda tries to mend what was broken

a/n: here is the last installment of my first story, breakfast birthday goodbye! thank you all so much for the support you’ve shown the first two parts as well as the hc’s! it means the world to meeeeeee i love u guys soooo much!

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wanda never meant for everything to go down the way it did. scratch that, she never wanted any of this to happen. the ignored calls, the short texts, you avoiding her at your group’s weekly dinner.

she didn’t want that at all, and it was eating at her insides knowing that you are out there somewhere thinking that she wanted nothing to do with you, that she wasn’t serious about you.

it was the exact opposite, actually. you never leave her mind and she often finds herself texting you with random updates throughout her day just so she can end up calling you and hearing about whatever you have to say.

but now it’s been a week since the party and you’ve yet to actually have a full conversation with her. you don’t text her, only replying to her with a short and simple response when she sends you a message first.

she’s lost countless hours of sleep and finds it hard to make herself eat normal meals. the bags under her eyes have darkened and she’s become a hollow shell of herself, one she can’t even recognize in the mirror. everyone’s noticed it too, and it’s getting hard to ignore.

wanda prides herself on her incredible work ethic and her ability to do her job well beyond expectations, but for the past week even her team at work has noticed that she’s been off her a-game.

wanda hasn’t slept, and you could tell. she’s avoided every every attempt to rest or eat. only throwing herself into her work, which was futile because in the back of her mind was you. the ache of losing you and know you were out there hating her.

it’s gotten to the point where her boss has offered her to take the rest of the week off to recuperate over whatever happened that pushed her down. bad thing is, wanda said no and now she’s stuck thinking about you at her desk.

she turned down the offer, ignoring how badly her body is begging her to take the rest. work is the only thing keeping her mind off of you— or at least trying to.

she can’t get the look on your face out of her mind. the look at showed everything. the way your body looks exhausted, as if it had been fighting. worst of all, she saw every ounce of hurt in your eyes— it confirmed everything.

the look in your eyes, the hurt in your voice, the way you avoided her for the rest of the night at the party.

that’s how she knew you loved her back. and that was meant to be your final act of love— leaving her.

but wanda wouldn’t accept that.

wanda thinks of her future often. how she wants to open up her own firm, how she wants to have a decent sized house— no more than twenty minutes away from the city, the amount of kids she wants to have, you, you, you.

in every different imaginable scenario she’s imagined for herself, in every different future she’s envisioned, you’re always there. there’s no version of herself she can imagine without you.

which is why she’s suddenly found herself outside of your house in the middle of a thunderstorm at 8 at night.

she knew this was inappropriate and a setup for failure but she couldn’t go another hour not at least trying. she’s gone too many days with her anxiety eating away at her.

she knew that you loved her— hell, you basically confessed it to her the night you were drunk in her car. it’s been so long since then and she’s had to watch you date other people despite having confessed your true feelings.

so, logically, wanda had to force herself to ignore the confession and start to date other people as well.

but wanda knew they could never be you. no matter how hard she tried to make herself like the other girls, she always wished it was you she was holding at night— not them

as wanda stood outside your gate, she couldn’t help but recall when she went to go see you at work after you broke up with a fling.

and unfortunately for wanda, this was after you confessed. she had to sit there and console your crying eyes all while knowing the both of you had reciprocating feelings for the other.

wanda parked her car a few spots away from the main entrance and fixed her appearance before grabbing the takeout food she had brought for the two of you to share.

she sat in her car for a few minutes, trying to focus on her breathing and calming the nerves in her body. trying to rehearse things to say to say to you in front of her mirror, she looks over her appearance and fixes her makeup slightly.

i mean, what is she supposed to say to the girl she’s in love with who just broke up with someone she was dating? yay, now let’s get together? no. wanda had to be a supportive friend— no matter how badly she ached for more.

getting out of her car, she slowly walks up to the main entrance. as she walks in, she’s hit with the familiar smell of the air freshener the company uses and it gives her a small boost of confidence.

stopping to say hi to natasha before going into your office, she greets her.

“hey nat,” wanda says softly while peering into natasha’s office.

both wanda and natasha were familiar with each other through you and had no issue having conversations without your company, they were comfortable with each other.

natasha looks up from her work and up to wanda, a slight surprised smile on her face. she had a feeling wanda would show up for you, just unsure of when.

“hey,” she replies, “she’s in her office. she could really use the pick me up.”

wanda nods in understanding, “i know, she’s been down recently. brought her some food in case she needed it.”

natasha smirks softly and whispers lowly, “if you’re going to continue being a girlfriend to her, you need to make it official before somebody else does.”

wanda freezes. did natasha know about you two? surely you wouldn’t tell her anything, but why else would she say that?

wanda gives an awkward chuckle and walks off in the direction of your office, replaying natasha’s words and how she had a knowing look on her face as she said that.

slowly peering into your office, she knocks softly, “hey, pretty girl”

looking away from your desktop, you see wanda dressed in your college t-shirt and a pair of jeans while holding a takeout box from one of your favorite restaurants.

your heart swoons at the pet name, as well as the smile on her face. this isn’t the first time wanda’s shown up to your job unannounced. in fact, she does this at least a few times out of the month.

she insisted that it was her biggest priority to make sure you were taken care of.

she walks over to your desk and gives you a small kiss on the forehead and a rub on the back.

“you feeling okay?” wanda’s voice is laced with concern and love. it filled your stomach with butterflies.

truth is, you were actually feeling content after the break up. you constantly felt a weight on your chest while you were in that relationship. really, you could hardly call it a relationship. it lasted less than a month and you were happy it was over.

everytime you two went out, you always thought about how wanda would be acting if if was her you went out with instead. no matter what, you always had her in the back of your mind and you felt guilty for it.

shrugging softly, you lean into wanda’s side, enjoying how she’s giving you this soft attention. you really should be honest with her and tell her you’re fine but the fact that she’s being so sweet and attentive, it really makes you want to play into this facade just so she can continue being sweet to you. wanda tightened her hold on you and cooed softly.

wanda knew though. normally when you’re down and out of it, you hardly ever do your makeup. the way you speak is a bit more dragged out, the way you even look at her is different when you’re down.

wanda knew you were okay the second she got close to you, but how could she pass up an opportunity like this to hold you? she would take any excuse to touch you and make you feel happy. she knew she was in love with you, has known it for quite some time now. however, acting on it is a whole other story.

“i got you some food,” wanda runs her fingers through your hair softly, “i want to make sure you eat.”

wanda watches you as you nod softly and look up at her with a happy look on your face. yeah, she’s in love with you. no doubt about it.

you can’t help but immediately let out a soft giggle as you see how she looks at you. you two have known each other for years and she never fails to make you feel cared for.

what would it be like if you two stopped dancing around your feelings for each other?

wanda pulls out the food and you can’t help but swoon all over again. wanda knew your order, down to what you want put on the side instead of in the dish, even the sauces and other condiments. no one has ever known you like this.

the two of you ate for the next hour and a half. you asked her how work was going, her brother, what she’s doing for the holidays. the rest of the world ceased to exist for that hour and a half, and it didn’t feel like a lunch break. it felt like something you could get used to doing at home together.

the two of you existed in each others presence for that lunch break. maybe that was when you realized you truly were in love with her. or maybe it was an accumulation of things, but after that day you knew for a fact that wanda could be the one for you.

wanda walked slowly to your front door, her feet feeling heavy. she could hear her heartbeat, she could feel the blood moving around in her body. hell, she swears she can even feel her white blood cells. for the first time since she’s known you, she was terrified of speaking to you.

the rain soaked through her clothes and clung to her body. her usual soft brown hair was now black and matted with all of the rain water in it. she was freezing, but she didn’t care. each drop that fell onto her body only served as a reminder of all the things she’d never said to you.

every instinct in her was telling her to turn around and bolt, to run and not look back.

but the rational side of her told her that it was now or never. this was her last chance. if she ran, she’d never see you again.

she knew that the longer you two went without talking, the more likely it is that you’ll shut down and block out every memory with wanda from your mind. she knew that she needed to talk to you— and it had to be now.

before getting to your house, she stopped by a near by store to get you flowers. this wasn’t the first time she’d done so. in fact, the florist practically knew all about her love for you since it was all wanda could talk about when she went to go pick up your customized bouquet.

this time, however, it was terrifying knowing that there was a chance that this could be the last time she’d be giving you flowers. she knew you were stubborn and once you sat in your thoughts for too long, there was no way of getting you to turn back on it.

had wanda waited too long to speak to you? are you going to turn her away once she gets to your front door? is this going to be the last time she would see you again?

wanda stands in front of your door way, looking disheveled and drenched in rain. the roses she bought for you look worse for wear, but she couldn’t imagine coming to you empty handed. she needed to have something in her hand to help calm her nerves at least.

by the time she’d reached your door, she was shaking. but not out of cold, out of fear and desperation.

knocking on your door, wanda’s heartbeat quickens and for a split second she considers bolting and never coming back.

but the door opens.

and there you are, and somehow in the midst of all the chaos between you two, wanda thinks you look as beautiful as ever.

you look at wanda with an incredulous look, almost telling yourself you’re imagining her here at your doorstep.

you start, “wanda, i don’t think th-“

“no,” wanda says sharply, almost too firm and pushes past you and into your house. her breathing is shallow. it wasn’t from the rain though, it was from the years of unspoken truths, missed opportunities. she needed it out in the air.

wanda’s tone and demeanor momentarily stun you. she has always bent on anything you say and rarely interrupted you when you spoke.

after slowly closing the door behind her, you follow her further into your house. your heart is beating and you can’t help that worry she may get sick being drenched in all the rain.

wanda now is in the middle of your living pacing from one end of the room to the other, clutching drenched and withered red roses in her hands. she looks like she’s on the verge of passing out and you’re immediately worried that she very well could drop on your floor.

“wanda, i think you need to sit down.. let be get you a towel,” you say softly while waking towards her slowly, like she was a cat that could run off at any second.

“no,” she says quickly, now stopping and facing you, “you don’t get to kick me out or walk away this time. you can’t shut me out, not after everything. i know i hurt you— us, but i can’t just walk away without telling you everything.”

wanda rushes her words out, but not faltering once in her firm presence. her voice is laced with desperation and you can literally see her hands shaking.

you can hear a small waver in her voice, one youre not used to. wanda’s body language screams terrified and anxious, but her eyes scream with something much louder: resolve.

you can’t help try to hold back a smile at how you can see the emotion in her eyes. wanda’s eyes speak so much louder than her voice could ever, and you have always loved it so much. it’s how you two could communicate with one another from across the room.

you stand silent and nod, unsure of what to do.

“i understand how it looked. at the party, i mean. the girl there wasn’t anyone i knew, or even want to get to know for that matter. it was just a way to help me pass the time at the party, no matter how nasty that sounds,” wanda begins rambling and you can slowly see the confidence wear off. she pinches the bridge of her nose. this was already off to a bad start.

she had practiced this so many times over the past three hours and none of it was coming out how she wanted it to.

“she wasn’t you,” her voice breaks softly and her words make you freeze.

your heart beat quickens. what does she mean? maybe she’s just trying to make nice and keep the agreement going, it can’t mean that you think it means.

you try to interrupt her, “wanda-“

“i said let me ta-“

you raise your voice and look at her pointedly, “you are in my home and i will speak if i choose.”

wanda feels like a child being scolded.

with a soft and gentle voice, you apologize, “that night, my birthday. seeing you with that girl made me realize we’ve had this whole friends with benefits thing go on too long. it’s gotten in the way of our personal lives and for the sake of our future partners, we need to cut it off.”

you force it out, not sounding confident at all. although you had put much thought into it, it pained you to say it aloud to her. to watch her face drop, to actually see how your words affected her.

tears well in wanda’s eyes, spilling over with a soft, heartbroken cry. this wasn’t what she came here for. she didn’t come here so you could shut her down before even trying to tell you she loved you.

shaking her head and clearing her throat, wanda walks closer to you.

“you don’t get to cut this off without at least having a proper conversation with me,” wanda chokes out through sobs, wiping her tears angrily, “you can’t just throw me away like that.. please”

the silence between the two of you causes the atmosphere in the room to thicken.

hearing her pleading voice, the way she’s gripping onto your shoulders tightly as it’s the last time she’ll touch or see you again— you can’t help but try to fight tears.

in fact, it very well may be the last.

you shake your head, you had thought this over and realized that if wanda didn’t reciprocate the same feelings for you— it’s best if you let her go.

it had become a never ending cycle of stringing you along with no end in sight.

but if it meant nothing to wanda, why would she be here begging and crying for you?

haphazardly, you throw caution to the wind and decide that if this is the last night you’ll see wanda, you may as well lay it all on the table.

you pull away from wanda, raising your voice slightly, “do you have any idea what it took for me to finally accept that this, us, would be a never ending cycle? that it’s only a game of almost? i can’t keep waiting for you, for someone who’s just going to treat me like a place holder for another girl who won’t even last a month and a half?!”

you swallow tears and try your best to sound as firm as possible, “i sat around for all this time just watching you be with other people. giving them the affection i so badly wish you would reserve only for me.”

wanda’s eyebrows furrow at your insinuation that she only every treated you like a pit stop.

anger builds inside and she can’t help but scoff, “are you fucking kidding me? i treated you like a place holder? there’s no way you’re being serious right now.”

her scoff and rough voice cause you to turn back on your heel, defensiveness and frustration seeping through your veins.

“yeah, a goddamn pit stop, wanda. you came around, got me fucking wrapped around your finger and made me fa-,” you almost said it, “you had me wrapped around your finger. i was always there when you called, like a damn fool!”

wanda couldn’t believe what she was hearing. you were acting like she was some kind of person who viewed you as a fool. she was helplessly in love with you, and this is what you saw her as.

running a hand through her hair in hopes of helping herself calm down, she exclaims, “do you really think this was one sided?! i had to watch you date other people too! i wasn’t the only one who dated! after that time you got drunk and i had to take care of you, i couldn’t stop thinking about you saying you wished we could be more! and then i had to carry on with my life like you hadn’t told me you wanted something more with me.”

wanda swallows hard before the words spill out—the night you told her you wanted more. she never wanted to tell you about that night, for fear of running you off.

it was now or never, she had to tell you.

you freeze, what night is she talking about? the weight of her words finally hit you, and it feels like the world has shifted. you search her face, like the answer you’re searching for is written on her forehead.

wanda sighs and rubs her face, “i’m sorry. you got drunk a while back and told me you wanted more. i never told you because i knew it would send you running off, and i couldn’t bare the thought of losing you. it was better to have you like this, no matter how much it hurt, than to not have you at all.”

the rain seemed to be the only sound in the house. the soft thuds of the branches outside hitting the side of the roof are all you two can hear. you stare at each other, for the first time with uncertainty as to what’s next for you two.

wanda walks slowly closer, stopping a few feet in front of you, “do you really think i wanted this to be one sided? i thought that by holding back and keeping my feelings to myself, it was the only way i’d still be able to have you in my life.”

you stare at her as you slowly understand what she’s trying to say. she loved you back.

“i never wanted you to feel that way,” barely above a whisper, “and i’m so sorry that i made you feel that way. it was never my intention to make you feel like you were anything other than my first priority. i only every wanted you, only you. i found myself looking for you in every person i met because i was afraid that if i told you i loved you, you’d run away. if having you meant keeping my feelings to myself, i would make that sacrifice because i couldn’t fathom the thought of you. no longer being in my life.”

you stay silent, her words echoing in your head. wanda loved you back? you can see her hands shaking and the insecurity in her eyes. her hands are shaking and the petals on the roses are falling off slowly with the weight of the water droplets on them.

following your eyes, wanda remembers she got you roses.

she speaks softly, almost afraid to speak to you, “i brought you these. i’m sorry they’re not that pretty, they got kind of messed up with the rain and me squeezing them so tight.”

wanda speaks nervously, shyly and you can’t help but frown at her demeanor. she’s no longer the confident person you know. right now she looks like an insecure woman who’s been rejected by someone she’s been in love with for years.

you gently reach out for the flowers, still shocked by the revelation wanda’s revealed to you in the matter of fifteen minutes.

you hardly register that she’s leaving your home with a new weight on her chest and an empty feeling in her heart.

wanda took your silence as the final answer she’d been dreading. rejection. wanda thinks you don’t love her back. the silence in the room weighed on her like a death sentence and she was forced to walk away— heartbroken and alone.

the sound of her car door being shut pulls you out of your stupor and you realize what this means— what wanda’s departure means.

this can’t be the end.

with adrenaline coursing through you, you throw the door open. you rush out of your house and just before she leaves your drive way, you call out for her.

wanda, as if hoping you’d chase her, drives her car back into your drive way and parks. wanda looks anywhere but you, as if afraid the next thing you’ll tell her is to never come back. her hands grip at her steering wheel tight enough to the point her knuckles turned white. she’s terrified.

stepping outside of her car, she walks up to you. her hands are shaking and you can see that her eyes are red rimmed from all the crying she’s done tonight.

your voice is hoarse from the yelling and crying as well, “i’m sorry. i’m sorry it took this long to tell you and im sorry for accusing you of treating me like nothing. wanda, i love you too— i always have. i was terrified of you not feeling the same way so i forced myself to ignore it. i was wrong, i was wrong about everything.”

wanda’s breath stops and her eyes well up with tears again, “please don’t lie to me just for the sake of my emotions.”

you shake your head insistently, “i’m being honest, i swear on everything i love. i love you, i have for a while. i was just scared and i didn’t know you felt the same way.”

“you love me?” wanda’s voice is shaking and she can’t tell if she’s dreaming or already getting sick from standing in the rain for too long.

nodding with a nervous smile, you don’t care about the rain soaking your clothes or the lighting in the sky. all that matters is that you tell wanda how you feel. before time runs out and you lose her for good.

wanda inhales sharply, a look of relief washing over and she lets out a soft laugh. a trembling hand cautiously reaches for your face as her eyes flooded with relief.

“i was scared,” she says through a wet laugh, “i thought that you would run if i told you i was in love with you.. but if you’ll let me, i swear i won’t ever make you feel like a second priority again. you’ve always been the most important thing in my life and i never want you to feel like anything else.”

her words hit you like a rush of warmth, contrasting against the cold rain surrounding you two. you smile widely, your heart overjoyed with the fact that wanda did love you as you did her.

you laugh— a genuine laugh, and before she can get another word out, you pull her into you. you couldn’t waste another second before connecting your lips.

when you two meet, it’s like everything clicked. all the chaos, all the flings, every person annoying you two about getting together, it meant nothing now that you two expressed what you’d been hiding.

you rest your forehead against wanda’s and whisper softly, “we’ve got a lot to figure out now, but this means we’ll do it together.”

wanda nods with a small smile as she looks at you, “yeah, together.”

as you two stand there, both laughing at the dramatics of it all, you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief, one you’ve held for years. wanda was finally yours and you knew then and there that all of the missed opportunities and lack of truths only led you to her.

ignoring the messiness and the lack of perfection, it was real.

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pushing500 · 16 hours ago

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The Jones Boys reached a new psylink level and unlocked the 'morbid' meditation type. Now they chill out in the cemetery together, which is clearly not helping them concentrate.

I always get distracted chatting about dumb shit to my brothers if we're sitting still for too long, as well, so I can't really judge them.

We are not adopting any more babies!! Ivy is the only exception because of highly unusual circumstances.

We also got a second twisted obelisk right next to the walls of our base, so we deactivated the old one which was on the opposite side of the map and we'll stick with just studying this bad boy.

Ivy is a toddler!!! Happy birthday!! Despite what the boys say, they do really like having you around. We can't wait to watch you grow ❤️

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This isn't related to RimWorld, but look at my cat! She's cute and I thought you should know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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mejaemin · 3 days ago

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who cooked here?- na jaemin

wc: 1k

summary: jaemin wants to pick your next nail design, but why the sudden interest?

warnings: crack, fem reader, getting nails done, suggestive themes at the end

an: maybe the nail tech in me felt like yapping a little about my knowledge because i wrote this in like 40 minutes which never happens.. anyways the design nana picked is the middle photo !!

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it’s been two weeks since your last set, and honestly you hadn’t really paid attention to how they were holding on because of how busy you were. thankfully, you didn’t have to worry too much because jaemin definitely noticed.

you were sitting in the mall’s food court with your boyfriend, sharing a plate of food while you took a short break from walking. you’re about to reach for another bite when jaemin grabs your hand, gasping as he calls your name. with an unfazed look, you wait for him to share what he’s so shell shocked over.

“angel.. your nails are so grown out.” he turns your fingers that rest in his palm, examining the old and grown out design.

you playfully roll your eyes. “i can’t really afford to re-do them right now, so i’ve just been waiting for them to come off.”

jaemin softly shakes his head, looking up at you. “you really should’ve said something. i mean, i would’ve paid for you to fill them, get something cute put on. i still will, but- what’s that look for?”

with a raised eyebrow at the fact that he knows what a fill is, you shake your head and gesture for him to continue.

“well anyways, i’ll pay for your next appointment because you look so cute when you have your cute little designs on there right? and the babies seem to like it too when you scratch them with them on.”

with your free hand you pull out your phone and begin messaging your nail tech about another appointment. thankfully, they’re free two days from now so they ask for a design. “well.. since you like them so much, what design should i get? i just asked my nail tech and we’ve set a date but i need to send a design.”

at this jaemin perks up, his signature smile showing as he grabs his own phone and begins scrolling. “i’ve been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea. so first, i was thinking you could get almond because you just did square ones. and of course, i already saved a photo and the design is a pink one. everyone’s gonna know i picked it out for you.”

he pulls up the photo he saved of his design of choice and flips the phone over to you. “it’s cute right? i love how there’s chrome and the pearls are almost in the shape of a french tip. they would look really good on you. what do you think?” he smiles, looking at you expectantly.

it was hard to tell whether to laugh or cry at your boyfriend’s knowledge on nail art terms, your jaw dropping a little more the longer he talked about his design. obviously there’s nothing wrong with him learning about such things, but it’s a little random since you never shared them with him and he hasn’t expressed an interest in them at all.

you pulled yourself out of your thoughts to finally respond, “sure, they’re cute and we can do that, but why the fuck do you know so much about nail art?” you ask, letting out a bit of an awkward laugh.

“oh! well i remember i came and watched when i took you to get them done for your birthday and it looked cool so i looked it up a little and learned some about it because i wanted to pick for you one day.” he explains simply, leaving his photos app and showing you his tiktok search history which was full of ‘nail art’ ‘pink nails’ ‘cute nail art’ ‘nail art tutorial’. when you look back up at him you see his flushed cheeks and his gaze set off into the distance.

“that’s so cute nana, of course we can do your design. thanks for taking the time to learn about this stuff for me.”

he huffs, leaning back in his chair. “please, any good boyfriend would learn about the topics you care about. and this is nothing. you should’ve seen the lengths i went to before we met so i could find something to talk to you about..” before you can question him, he takes a forkful of the food you were sharing and pushes it into your mouth.

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when the time for the appointment comes, jaemin’s elated and absolutely begs to come with you. your nail tech was a little apprehensive being that they had policies about visitors but he swore he wouldn’t talk the entire time so you were able to come to an agreement and brought him along.

the nail appointment starts and jaemin is sitting next to you, watching intently as your old design gets filed off and your new growth gets prepped. thankfully he stays true to his word and keeps quiet, but when you look at him you can see the gears turning as he studies the tech’s techniques.

once the nails are filled and have been shaped correctly, his smile grows as they begin being painted and his photo starts coming to life. he’s not being necessarily disruptive but he does start asking questions about the process and is truly watching in awe as your nail tech replicates the design with ease.

once the set is done, jaemin pays for the set and you leave. it makes you laugh how he’s nearly more excited than you are with the outcome, with your fingers locked and his hand swinging yours back and forth. once you leave the nail studio he lifts your intertwined fingers and begins snapping photos of your new set with a bright smile. once done, he lifts the phone camera up to your face, recording a video.

“so, angel.. i may have lied a bit about why i researched all this nail stuff and im ready to tell the truth now.” his smile turns into a smirk, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“don’t tell me, na jaemin, that you were talking to other females about this stuff or i swear-“

“no, no! i promise it’s not bad. just listen.” he laughs before continuing. “i really do think the designs are cute and i did want to pick one out just for fun.. but i also really wanted you to re-do them just because a fresh set on you looks so hot when you wrap your hands around my-“

“oh my god jaemin shut up!”

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beqitos · 2 days ago

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─── ℬ𝒆𝒔𝒕 ℬ𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚

✷ ─── 엔하이픈 WHICH IN . . you give jake a big bday party ! . . ✷ : non idol!jake x f!reader . . ✷ : rotting absolute fluff, skinship, kissing, cursing, petnames, tell me if im missing anything!! . . 𝒥AZ 𝒩OTES : for jake's birthday!! made this during school sorry if its a little rushed :3 . . DRABBLE (?) + TEXTS + NOT PROOF READ . .

"HEY HYUNG, HAPPY BIRTHDAY," JUNGWON breathlessly says, running up to JAKE, pulling him into an embrace. Heeseung falling behind him taking slow steps, up the hill, carrying something behind his back.

jake trips back startled by jungwon's sudden enthusiasm. "Thank you..?," jake looks at him, raising an eyebrow, pulling back from the big ole' hug jungwon gave him. "What do you have hyung?", jake moves jungwon over to the side, peeking over heeseungs back.

"Nuh uhh, gotta wait.." heeseung smirks, releasing a chuckle. Jake pouts and crosses his arms, trying to peek at it. Heeseung turns slightly to the side so he isn't able to see it.

A couple hours pasted by when suddenly, heeseung and jungwon's phone ding at the same time, causing their phones to turn on with the message "MISSION : JAKE'S BDAY; BRING HIM OVER ASAP." . jake peers over to heeseung's phone but heeseung quickly turns to the side and starts typing mad like. jungwon raises and eyebrow, talking through his eyes to heeseung. heeseung immediately gets the message and turns to jake.

"Alr bud, let's go home now.", jake shoots them both a confused face, but in the end he eventually gets defeated after bombarding them with questions. a couple minutes later, they had arrived at their dorm.

They were greeted with a dark, silent entry way. Jake looked around confused trying to piece together a puzzle, until the lights came on and everybody shouted, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAKE!!". everybody stood up, throwing confetti, popping out mini confetti cannons, and running towards him, of course you were the first to hug him, pushing everybody out the way.

"Happy birthday, baby", you give him a big ole' smooch on his lips, cupping his cheeks, leaving a smudged lipstick print on his lips. "Come over here!", you grabbed his hand and led him to the living room where everybody was.

Many, many, many, birthday gifts later, yours was the last but best gift of all. "NAUR WAY??! WHAT A LEGO CASTLE?? OMG BABE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER." Jake pulls you into a tight but soft embrace, he pecks you all over your face, but lastly.. a big fat kiss on your lips, leaving your lipstick smudged all over.

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fashionteahouse · 2 days ago

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out of your league - paul x reader

AN: Thank you so much for giving the last sixteen parts, so much love and support ! digital kisses to all of you xoxo

Since the conversation with Old Quil, Paul’s arms were always tight around you.

Things were starting to change a bit. For instance, you woke up to Paul muttering and whispering in his sleep.

Laying there, watching him shift a bit, as he then jerked awake. Not noticing you watching him, he turns his head away from you to check the time.

Every other hour he’s been waking up from his sleep before it could get into the rapid eye movement cycle.

In the morning, you yawned as you stared at your morning drink. You tried to convince Paul to at least tell Sam to let him sleep some, but he brushed it off. Using the excuse of, “Phasing will wake me up. I will be alright.”

When he came back, he didn’t care what you were doing. His hands pulled you out of your clothes and made sure you were in the shower with him.

Multitasking was vital. The soapy loafa you rubbed in circles on his chest was held in your hand. One hand around his waist, he held you close to him. He kept coming into your view to keep kissing on you as you tried to take the time to wash him, but you needed your eyes open to see.

It was hard.

Just how he pounded himself into you. He was tired in the face but his body said completely different. The grip on you was strong as you clutched onto him. Your back was on the bed until both of his arms lifts it up and he manually but easily rocks you into him.

He kept chanting for you to look at him. He was being unfair when you couldn’t help it when you closed your eyes at moments at the sensation he brought.

You thought you were going to die. Not in a bad way. His strength was larger than yours but it his movements was overwhelmingly great. He made you see stars.

You felt his eyes on you as you lay next to him but you knew his time to sleep was limited before he had to leave.

You had dozed off and he was still lying there. Staring at you.

“Go to sleep.” you try to say firm but it you said it drowsily. He doesn’t listen. He doesn’t know what personal space is as he then scoots up next to you, almost on you.

It seemed as soon as Paul shut the backdoor to leave out, that’s when you woke up.

You sat nervously at the edge of the bed, fully dressed and running on nothing but pure adrenaline.

Your fingers slowly typed out a sentence to the person who you were dreading to see today.

”Happy birthday Bella :^) ”

Not even closing out of messages, she typed back.

“Thanks :) ”

You slowly letter by letter, type another response.

“I have your gift”

She types a response as well.

“Thanks! I’ll see you after school right?”

You sigh a bit before hesitatingly typing back.

“Yeah.”

Your hands were sweaty as you set the phone down.

You slid out the preserved gift out of the box that you had it in. You stared down at the glistening handcrafted beauty. You look up and figured only two more days before you could leave and distance yourself from them all.

Questions started to swirl your brain as the water ran down your body in the shower. Thoughts of being baited made your heart race.

Imagining yourself walking in, vampires drooling and menacingly walking towards you to drain the life out of you was all that you kept thinking about. You also wondered how you got Edward so comfortable. There had to be an angle. He wouldn’t just tell you this for nothing. You were sure of it.

An hour had passed and you wished time could go slow. You felt trapped in the home that you were in and decided to go to a local store. You needed wrapping paper to wrap the painting up.

You pretended to actually care about which wrapping paper looked the best.

You slowly walked home. You slowly wrapped the gift. When you were done, you felt trapped again.

Knocking on the elderly man’s door, your nose breathed in the fresh air.

You sat on the sofa as you spoke out your worries.

“What if I do die? Doesn’t this all seem fishy to you?” you ask him.

Old Quil shakes his head as he tried to calm you.

“You’re untouchable. They can’t touch you, you live on this land.” he says with his finger pointing down to state the fact.

“Why did Edward get comfortable enough to just tell me things? Why is he showing infatuation and I don’t even know him?” you question.

“Be glad in a way. You probably make him feel his age again.” the ancient voice suggested.

You rub your hands nervously and sigh out a bit as you try to calm your own self down.

He thinks for a moment. His wrinkled finger tapped slowly and said, “Don’t go straight home. Come back here.”

“How come?” you ask.

“Bringing back their stench won’t be good for Paul. You have to change before you go home.”

You nod and rise to make your you walk back home. After you bring a change of clothes, you tell him your farewells as you tell him that you’re starting your journey to Bella’s school. Timing your management of being there when she comes out of school.

“Tell Paul that I do care about him, if you see him.” you tell him.

“I’ll pass the word.” he promises.

Seeing students walk out of the building just made seem everything more real. You didn’t get dramatically dressed up, but you had on an outfit that was still chic.

Holding the wrapped present in your slightly shaking hands, your heart dropped at the sight of Bella walking down the steps. Edward was majestically walking behind her as she chatted about something. Instantaneously, his colored eyes snap to yours.

You look elsewhere but Bella then calls your name with a huge smile on her face. She had distanced herself from Edward as she walked toward you with pep in her step.

It was a bit contagious, you couldn’t help but smile a little as you start to meet her halfway. She surprised you with a hug as you lean into her with your hands full.

You nervously extend the gift out as she glanced down.

“Can I open it now?” she asks.

Your mouth opens up but you were cut off by someone saying, “You should open it with your other gifts.” You saw the way that Edward looked at her while she stared up at him, she then agrees to such idea.

He would be a liar if he claimed he wasn’t interested in knowing what it was, himself. All he knew, was the shape of it and the involvement with you in it.

Sparkling teeth startled you as they were suddenly in your face. You actually took a small step back but the person didn’t care. The petite figure was in your sight line. Her golden eyes swooped a glance at your outfit from toe to head, showing a favorable look.

The pitched voice then spoke out, “You have to be Y/N.”

You nod a bit at her intense enthusiastic impression.

Edward steps in, bringing his sister out of your face. “Alice, you’re scaring her.”

She turns her head to him, showing you the side of her inky black, short hair. She slightly narrows her eyes as she looked to her brother, “I am not.” She then huffs a bit and looks to you with an optimistic smile, “Am I scaring you?”

You just nervously smile before Edward cuts in again with a slight smirk as he looks to you, “You don’t have to lie, Y/N.”

This brings Bella to chuckle as she witnessed this interaction. She knew first hand of Alice’s personality.

Alice rolls her large golden eyes with agile you’ve never seen before, at his remark. Turning her attention back to you with a cheerful smile, “Are you coming back with us?”

“I-I thought that the party was a little later on.” you say quietly as you look at her.

“Bella is going back to Charlie’s before we go. You can come with us.” Edward suggests. Your eyes look to him as he looks back. You look to Bella and she has a hopeful expression on her face.

“Sure.” you say. You would rather not go by yourself with a house full of vampires you didn’t know.

Bella leads you to her truck as Alice and Edward walk away together.

As you click in your seatbelt, you watch as Alice starts talking to him closely about something. There was great enthusiasm but her mouth moved very fast. The way her body moved showed there was an hint of passion behind what she was saying. Edward stood like stone, his expression was even, but his eyes kept glancing to yours. You decide to look over, to see Bella putting her wrapped present near her.

“I can’t wait to open this.” she says with a hint of excitement.

You softly smile, “I hope you like it.”

The drive to her home made you less nervous. She chatted to you about her day. As you climbed her steps, a silver car parked in the same driveway. Edward steps out and you move into the home behind Bella.

Bella leads you up the stairs to her room and she sees a large present on her bed. She groans a bit that makes you tinkle out a chuckle.

She pulls up the top part of her box to reveal a dress that was for her. She read the small note. It was from Alice.

“It’s my birthday but I can’t dress how I want.” Bella jokes as she gestures at the outfit that she has on.

“Just wear what you want. Save it for another occasion.” you say as you looked at the fabric of the dress, knowing it was high end.

“No, I’ll wear it. I told them no gifts so, it’s the least I could do.” she decides.

Walking down the stairs, the boy was sitting on a sofa. Bella sits next to him as you sat in a recliner. She turns on the television. She puts on a movie that she wanted to watch. Romeo and Juliet.

You barely paid attention to the movie. You however, thankfully seen this movie before. You wouldn’t be caught off guard by questions or comments. Your mind went to Paul. Then to your trip. You let your mind imagine what requests would be called for you to do.

You didn’t notice the movie was over until you heard murmured chatters between Bella and Edward discussing the movie a bit.

“What did you think?” Bella asks you. Edward looks at you also.

You shrug a bit, “Yeah. It was alright.”

Just then, a man comes in with a box of pizza.

”Hey dad.” Bella says as she rises and greets her father.

“Hey Bells. You look nice. Figured you didn’t want to cook or do any dishes for your birthday.” you hear him say as he sets the box down on the kitchen table.

You introduce yourself but he seemed to already know who you were. He heard your name but he finally was able to put it to a face.

“You can help yourself to some pizza, kid.” he offers as he opens the box.

He offers Edward to some but, he of course declines. He does still join all of you at the table as he sat with a glass of water in front of him.

“Do you mind if we borrow Bella this evening?” he asked Charlie politely.

“We?” you thought in your head as you slowly chewed. This was all of their doing.

“I don’t have a problem with it. There’s a game tonight so I wouldn’t be much company.” he replies with his permission.

Bella remembers something as you all meet back in the living room. She then holds a silver camera in her hands. She snaps a quick picture of Edward and jokes, “See, it works.”

“You and Y/N should take a picture together.” Charlie suggests.

You wrap your arm around her and she leans against you with her arm around you. It looked as if you both were close friends for a very long time. Edward’s delicate finger clicked on the button of the camera, sporting a small grin.

“Make sure to take pictures. Renée will want to see. You know how your mother is.” Charlie says to Bella as you put your shoes back on.

“I will.” Bella promised.

You sat in the back seat, your eyes dart at the fleeting trees. Your seat belt was snug against you.

“Jeez, who are you running from?” you say at his speed limit.

Both Edward and Bella chuckle.

“He always drive like this. I hate it, I swear.” Bella comments from the passenger seat.

Edward lets up from the gas just a bit. The lit up home comes into view, bright lights shining on the first two floors. Before you realized he turned the engine off, you and Bella’s doors were opened by Edward.

Your eyes looked at the architecture of the home. It just made sense for a family like them. Big bowels of pink roses were lined up along the wide stairs to the front doors. Edward held both Bella’s hand and the gift you gave her in each hand.

“Of course.” Bella moaned quietly at the sight.

“Be a good sport.” Edward says softly to her.

Bella’s eyes look to you, showing that she was telling the truth of not really wanting to do anything over the top.

You all three climb the stairs, you were moving slower than the other two on purpose. Edward let go of Bella’s hand to open the door for her as she held onto the camera she brung.

With him still holding the door, Edward patiently watched you as you picked up your pace. He walks closely behind you but that’s when you saw them all standing in the white living room. It looked like they were posing. You were almost blinded by their cluster of beauty.

They greeted Bella with a chorus of, “Happy birthday, Bella!” You watch as she blushed and looked down.

You looked around and saw that every flat surface had been covered with pink candles and dozens of crystal bowls filled with hundreds of roses. Your eyes then shifted over to a table with a white cloth draped over it, holding a birthday cake, more roses, a stack of glass plates and a small pile of silver-wrapped presents. It was pleasing to the eye. There was also a grand piano that was sitting strong next to the filled table.

Two people who you assumed were Edward and Alice’s parents, came forward to Bella. The woman carefully hugged Bella and planted a kiss on her forehead. The man wraps an arm around her, “I’m sorry Bella. I know it’s much but, Alice couldn’t resist.” he says in a stage whisper. His eyes then cast to you, he displays a warm smile, “Glad you could join us.”

You nod and politely smile. The woman he stood next to, then moved forward and introduced herself. Esme was her name. She was youthful as ever but had a motherly demeanor. She opens her arms and asks for permission with her eyes. You didn’t want to be rude so you slowly walked into her embrace. She was careful but you could still sense the strength.

The man then moves forward as Esme steps back from you, introducing himself. So, this was Carlisle. Instead of a full hug like Esme, he wraps an arm around you in a side embrace.

“Another human?” someone suddenly speaks from behind them.

She was blonde and gloriously gorgeous. The glare she gave you didn’t intimidate you. You didn’t display a noticeable glare but you held her amber eyes into your own. Not breaking eye contact no matter what.

“Be nice, Rosalie. This is a friend of Bella’s. She’s in the knowing.” Carlisle explains carefully.

“Let me guess. Someone put her in the knowing.” she comes back with. She glanced at Bella and then behind you, to Edward. You didn’t know he was still behind you, you swivel your head to see his casual smile at her.

He steps out and walks out from behind you, “She already knew.” he just says.

Not being able to say more, she just leaves it at that and a large man just lovingly touches her arm to calm her down. His face was stretched into a huge grin and steps foreword with his hand out, “I’m Emmett.” You shake it.

He then gives Alice a quick look, “I have to step out for a second.” He then makes his exit out of the same door you entered in.

Alice lets go of a man’s hand she was holding and gives you a friendly welcoming smile. She then points over to the man who was distant and quiet, “That’s Jasper.” she tells you. You nod in acknowledgment but he gives you a small smile without saying a word. She skips over to Bella and puts a cool hand under her elbow as she leads her to the filled table that contained the pile of presents.

“Time to open presents.” She says excitedly. Bella puts on a martyr look, “I told you no gifts Alice-” she starts but Alice cuts her off by saying, “I know, I know. But, it’s your birthday.” She takes the camera from Bella’s hand as she replaced it with a big, square silvery box.

“Open it.” Alice says.

Bella reads the top of it as it was from Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie. She slowly tears it open to find a box that looked like something that was electrical. You didn’t know what it was. She didn’t know what it was either. She opened the box, only to find it empty. A flash is made from Bella’s camera as Alice holds it.

“Thanks? I guess.” Bella says.

This makes you laugh, right along with Jasper, and even Rosalie cracked a smile.

“It’s a stereo for your truck. Emmett is installing it so you can’t return it.” Jasper explains to Bella.

“Thanks Jasper and Rosalie.” Bella says smiling and then turns in the direction of the door, “Thanks Emmett!” she says a bit louder.

Before Alice could fully pick up the next gift, Edward steps forward to Bella.

“Open Y/N’s gift.” he encouraged to her. She takes it with no protests as she actually wanted to see what this gift was.

All eyes stayed on Bella, curiosity was thick in the room. Emmett then bounded through the door as he says, “Just in time.” He goes next to Rosalie who is also very curious to see what you’ve brought.

Bella slowly tore open the wrapping paper. She gasped a little before tearing it open with more haste. She held the canvas up, the colors against it, swimming in everyone’s eyes. Low murmurs wafted in the room as they looked at the vivid picture.

“Oh my goodness. That’s beautiful!” Esme says as she admiringly stared at what was in Bella’s hands. Jasper was even closer than where he was to get a good look.

Bella had a sparkle in her eye as she let her eyes follow each detailed illustration. Alice was over her shoulder as she too stared.

“It looks so real, Y/N.” Bella says as she’s wowed. and goes to hug you with one arm. “Thank you. Seriously. I love it.” she says beaming at you. You couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“It is impressive.” Edward comments, not taking his eyes off it.

“Yeah.” Alice agrees wholeheartedly. She snapped a quick photo of Bella holding it and she goes over to lift a small flat covered square in her hand.

“From me and Edward.” she says excitedly.

Bella gives Edward a look, “You promised.”

“I didn’t spend a dime.” he reassures as she passed him the gift she currently already had in her hand.

Bella inhaled deeply before saying to Alice, “Fine.”

Alice gives it to her so she could open it. Seeing her struggle, almost snagging her finger, you hurry up and gently take the present. “You’ll cut yourself if you’re too rough.” you softly say to her. You help her loosen the tape and the paper as she is able to smoothly open the gift safely.

“Thanks.” she quickly but gratefully says before reading the written words on the cd.

“Bella’s lullaby.” she softly reads out and looks to Edward. He gives a polite grin at her.

“Edward composed it. I just helped him put it on CD.” Alice says highly.

“You make music?” you asked Edward, who immediately shifts his eyes to you as soon as your voice makes a sound. His lifts his lip into a half smile with a slight smug, “I play piano.” Your eyes immediately look to the beautiful grand piano.

“I love it when he plays. He should play something.” Esme gushed with her hands together.

“I want to listen to this at home for my first time.” Bella tells Edward as she holds the protected cd disc up. Edward still makes his way to the piano.

“Fair. I will play something else instead.” he says and Esme’s face lights up.

A peak of interest ignited in you as Edward sets his fingers to the white tiles. It then felt like a jump scare as goosebumps started to slowly form on your skin. You froze. You knew that song as soon as the opening notes played. Your eyes are to the floor as your eyes narrowed a bit. It was the classical song that you told him that was your favorite. Although you couldn’t remember all of the song’s name, he still ended up finding out exactly what song you were talking about. You didn’t watch him. The tiles on the floor beneath you were more interesting to look at but, the piano cover was bliss for your ears. You noticed he had changed some notes, you hated to admit that it sounded a bit better in his version. Only a bit.

Small claps applauded him and you lift up your gaze and you half heartedly give your own small applause. He shot you a look of knowing before smiling at his family.

Alice picks up the last silver gift. Handing it to Bella, Bella looks over to smile at Carlisle and Esme.

Esme smiles a bit, “Something to brighten up your day. You’ve been looking kind of pale lately.”

Tearing it open, she holds up a ticket and says, “To Florida, to go to my mom. Thank you.” She walks over to them both and they give her a gentle hug.

Alice placed candles on the cake as someone dimmed the lights. Carlisle placed set fire to the candles, lighting it up. Alice holds it in front of Bella as you all sang happy birthday together. Alice singing in a higher octave than all you. Bella breaths in a bit and as she closed her eyes for a moment and blew out the candles.

Bella and yourself held a small plate of cake that Esme had cut for the both of you. Conversations had Bella’s undivided attention and you let your eyes wander around the Cullen’s home.

As soon as you were done, Alice was there in front of you, expecting you to hand her your empty plate.

“Thank you.” you say as she takes it and went to the sink and back to you before a full blink.

“Thank you for coming.” she says as she stretched her small face into a smile.

The smile was returned in a small dose.

“Come on, let’s test it.” you heard the booming voice of Emmett. You watch as Bella follows with a grin, while shaking her head, out the door with Emmett with Rosalie slowly following behind them.

Alice skips over to Jasper and turns on some music. The pop song softly played in the room as she grabbed Jaspers hands as he couldn’t do nothing but smirk at her.

You were about to turn fully away until she says in a high trill, “Y/N, dance with us!”

Golden eyes in the room were all on you as you slowly backed away, “I um…Have to use the bathroom.” you quickly stammer out.

You walk out and realize while you were walking down a hallway, directions weren’t given. You didn’t have to use it anyway. Dancing in front of them just didn’t sound like a comfortable idea at the moment.

Coming to a dead end, you see nothing but closed doors but, only one door cracked open. You decide to turn around but you jump silently as you were startled to a great degree. Edward was there in front of you, staring back at you. He gives you a peak of his white teeth as he says, “Need help finding it?”

“I almost found it.” you say softly to walk around him.

“You’re not curious?” he asks in the same volume as yours.

You turn to look at him to see what he’s talking about and the door opens wider with just two of his fingers. He placed them back into his pockets. His eyes smothered yours. You rip your eyes away and take a glance into the room. The wall was the only aspect that caught your attention. Nothing but illustrated history, your feet worked against you as they moved towards the largest picture on the wall. Calling it captivating was under describing it.

Looking at the golden haired man, you recognized it was Carlisle who was amongst the three other men. Your heart clenched as you looked to each individual’s exquisite face. Carlisle was unchanged, showing proof of his immortality. The others were two dark haired men with one that had hair as white as snow. You would’ve thought it was a picture until your eyes flickered to the black signature on the bottom corner.

Leaning forward a bit, you knew the medium that was used was of oil. They were painted onto the highest balcony and calmly overlooked the swirling mayhem of color. They were like royalty.

Seeing a capital cursive S in the signature, you just had to ask without taking your eyes off of it.

“Who’s the artist?” you ask. By the looks of their clothing, it was centuries years old. You wondered if the painter was still alive. Probably not.

He speaks from behind you and you turn to face the voice, “Solimena often painted them as gods.” he says with a small laugh.

You nod in a trance as your eyes kept swimming over the greatly designed piece. It hung up nicely in a wooden frame.

His pale finger is now in your eye sight as he pointed to each face, “Aro, Marcus, and Caius. Nighttime patrons of the arts.” he mused.

“Are they still alive?” you ask him with eye contact. He slowly brings on a small smirk, “Of course.”

You kept note of their names as you looked back to the large painting. Edward watched you watch it. What was interesting most of all was, the scenery in your head that he was able to have a peek into. He enamored the creativity that started to swirl around. He knew he helped open the door for inspiration.

He didn’t expect you to turn and walk toward the exit of the room so quickly. He followed you and then touched your shoulder gently, “You don’t want to see the others?” he asks softly.

You shake your head, “That one caught my eye the most.” you confess. You then halt your steps. This confused him a bit.

You lift your eyes up to him, “After this party, you have seen the last of me.” you say, almost to deaf to your own ears. He heard you perfectly. He didn’t want to.

Moving closer and shaking his head whispering, “Not true.”

You scoff before turning but your right back in front of his face by him turning you around.

“You live in this world, Y/N. You can’t just not see me again.” he says with a chuckle that aimed for the foolish claim that you proposed.

“I was polite to come. It really was for Bella.” you say in the same deafening tone and then huff out a small sigh as you brought your next words together, “Your world is dangerous. I’m in deep but, there’s still room for me to get out.”

“My world would protect you. That’s why..” he trails off to say but he stops himself with his eyes closing.

You started to grow frustrated, “I’m protected just fine…. That’s why, what?”

He just looks at you without giving you an answer. You tried to wait patiently but, it was just simply too long without a clue. It just felt like you were having a staring contest with him. Giving up, you stomp away from him. Coming back to the birthday scenery, it seemed as nothing changed. Except, Bella was pleading Alice not to make her dance.

Seeing you come back into view, Alice drops Bella’s resisting hand and skips over to you.

“Y/N, will dance with me.” she states with a confident smile. You didn’t get a chance to resist either as she’s moving her body while holding both of your hands.

She spins you around quickly, the action making you leak out a surprised laugh. You tried to forget the recent conversation and just make your body do a couple of dance moves to the beat that was playing. Alice’s laugh chimed out in the air, happy that someone other than Jasper actually made an effort to dance with her. The song comes to an end.

You stopped moving and got shy when you saw that Edward was looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite figure out.

“I should get home. Charlie’s game is probably almost over.” Bella says as she looks to Edward.

“Aww no.” Alice whines a bit, her face is fallen at the possibility of the event being over. “A little longer please?” She begs Bella.

“I’m a bit tired as well.” She smiles softly. You silently thanked her in your head.

“Let’s get her and Y/N home.” Edward says to his sister. Alice pulls in her small pout and walks towards you since you were closer to her, “I’m so glad you came.” she whispers happily. You heard people tell Bella her last happy birthdays and you were still in the hug. Pulling back, she was still hugging you. She then pulls back and had a smile stuck on her face. You turn but her cool hand jets out to you, “We’ll talk soon?” she asks with hope.

You make a polite and small nod, not really meaning to that commitment.

Farewells to you and Bella were made. Something stuck out to you. The way that they hugged her, made it seem like it was the last they would see of her. They were vocal however with you, saying things like, “Hope to see you soon,” “Don’t be a stranger to us.”

You walk out of the car with Bella and Edward, into her home.

Charlie’s game did come to an end, with only the highlights playing. Hearing the door and you all into his view, he says to all of you, “You kids have fun?”

You nod as Bella chuckles, “It was very eventful.”

“I hope you took pictures.” Charlie says.

“There’s pictures.” Bella says with a soft smile and she then turns to Edward.

“I will see you tomorrow?” she asks him. He just says, “Probably.”

She then gives you a hug, “Thank you. I love my gift.”

Your arms tighten around her. She then quickly pulls back, “Oh, shoot! Do you need me to drive you home?”

Before your mouth could fix words, Edward steps in, “It’s fine Bella, I can take her home.”

“No, that’s okay-“ you start to tell him but he talks over you, “We have to get Bella’s painting out of the car.”

The way that he looked at you showed he was giving you a hint. You don’t say anything and just walk out and down her steps.

Edward held her painting that he took out of her car but you quietly say, “How are you going to take me home if you’re not allowed on La Push land?”

“I’m not taking you to La Push. After we talk, you’re free to go where you need to go.”

“What do we have to talk about?”

“About your trip.” he says and climbs the stairs with grace before disappearing into her home.

You felt a buzz from your phone and with him gone, you check it.

“I care about you too”

Your heart was quenched from the message you have received from Paul.

Another notification pops up and it’s from an unknown number.

“Hiii this is Alice ! I hope you had as much fun as we did XD”

“How the hell did she get my number?” You thought to yourself but it seemed like she answered the question when she sent another text.

“Got your number from when Bella let me hold her phone to see your birthday text to her btw ;)”

“Oh lord.” you thought as you looked to the sky.

The door closing brought you back to reality and Edward feeling comfortable enough to use his speed, he already had the passenger door open.

The quiet hum of the engine was the only thing that surrounded the small space. He was driving at the same high speed, you wondered how he hadn’t gotten pulled over for it.

“Say something.” he says quietly.

You shake your head, “I meant what I said. After tonight I can’t see you or your family again…I might have to not see Bella again either.” you whisper out the last part.

“I meant what I said as well.” he says.

“You can’t mess up what I have.” you say to him, “You answered my questions in exchange for me coming. Now, we’re even.”

He glanced at you with an astute expression.

“We’re not even. There’s something that I want.”

Your heart thuds almost of your chest.

“What do you want?” you ask with fear.

“Calm down, it’s nothing harmful.” he says reassuring. Your heart was beating wildly in his ears.

Calming down a bit, “Okay, then what?” you ask.

You realize you were going back into the direction of the Cullen’s residence. Eyes are wildly searching his face for answers.

“I just want to talk.” he answers seriously.

Getting out of the car, it was as if a party never happened. Everything was cleaned up and there was no signs of life.

“They’re all out hunting now.” he says as he opens one of the doors for you.

Stepping in, the house was deadly silent. He climbs his fancy stairs and you follow him.

He stands by his large bedroom window with his hands in his pockets, the moon shining very brightly through it. It was its own light. You actually saw the glimmer of diamonds that jumped and dance on his skin. You cross your arms.

“I’m going with you.”

“Like hell you are.” you bark at him.

You got even angrier when he stared back at you, not saying a word.

“You’re not!” you say again to get it through his head. You started to pace as you shook your head at the thought of him coming.

“Alice has seen it. You go by yourself, it will turn ugly.”

“Bullshit.” you hiss out.

“Bulltrue.” he says with amusement and he then says and goes on, “Just listen to me. Will you listen to me?”

You stop your pacing and just choose to glare at him instead.

“Alice had a vision. You decided not to listen to me and you went by yourself. You found yourself in great danger.” he says and shakes his head as he remembers.

“A vision? What, she can see into the future?” you ask, your voice quivering a bit.

“Something of that sort. You can change your mind and the vision will change. Your future will change.” he explains and he takes a step forward to you, “I can be there to protect you.”

You start pacing again.

“It’s not fair.” you state.

His eyebrows furrow together, “What?”

“It’s not fair how…I can’t seem to get rid of you!” you say.

He does nothing but fill the air with a chuckle. Your mind goes to when Alice was talking with Edward at Bella’a school earlier.

“Paul will have a fit.” you quietly say as you look out the window.

“Paul having a fit will sure hold you back from many opportunities, Y/N.”

You whip around to face him, “You don’t know him! You don’t know us.” you say.

He shakes his head slightly, “That day in the restaurant. I saw in his head what he did at the art gallery. He lets his feelings get the best of him. It’s only going to hold you back in the long run.”

“He’s improving. I already talked to him.” you say and turn your back to him.

“You will see.” he says in a calm tone.

“Why would I listen to anything you say? You don’t like Paul by default.” you say.

“Don’t you love what you do? Why wouldn’t you want to utilize your talents to your fullest capacity? Being bound to here…To La Push…” he says.

“I care about him enough that I’m willing to stay here with him.”

“Then why are you going to New York?” he questions in a tone that had bass in it.

You stare at him.

“Once you step foot in that city, your life changes. You would thrive there. You wouldn’t want to come back.” he says, so sure of himself.

“Impossible.” you say.

“You will see.” he states again.

“Are we done?” you snap at him.

“Almost.” he says with a hand up.

You look out of the window. The trees started to wave a bit under the moon light. The view was nice. You kept your eyes focused on it.

“You don’t have to shut us out, Y/N. I and especially my family, are on your side.”

“It doesn’t feel like it, Edward. My intentions were only to be friendly to Bella. It’s bad enough I went against Paul’s wishes and kept being friends with her. I’m a human. Our worlds don’t collide at all. I’m honestly surprised Bella is in as deep as she is.” You rant out, you never took your eyes off of the view in the window.

“You’re right. Our worlds don’t collide, which is why my family and I are leaving.” he says in a soft tone. You slowly turn to look at him and his golden eyes are stuck onto yours.

“I know the danger I am to Bella. Alice has seen her become one of us and I don’t want that for her. Her scent is just too enticing, it’s the thing that’s pulling me to her. It’s like heroin.” he says as he shakes his head, the tone having a dose of shame.

“So why keep me around? Why can’t you have that same respect?” you ask in a quiet tone, your voice wouldn’t allow you to be louder.

“You don’t even know how preeminent you are.” he says with a small smile.

“What does that even mean?” you say narrowing your eyes.

“It means…You’re like morphine.” he states with a steady gaze.

He then shrugs a bit and stands next to you by the window.

“My departure is known and expected to Bella. The ticket is for her to go back to her mother after graduation.” he just says.

“Last party before you head out.” you state out loud, piecing it together.

He nods, making sure that what you said was true.

“Aren’t you two in love?” you question.

Softly chuckling, “Everything about me is supposed to pull a human in. Her in. I’m an addictive. Her blood pulling me in, is an addictive. Addiction isn’t love, unfortunately.” he then glanced to you.

Just then, he moves away from the window and tells you, “They’re back. Show me where to drop you off.”

Holding the car door before closing it, you look at him in the driver seat.

“I should cancel my trip.” you tell him.

He shakes his head with a smirk, “You won’t.”

You look at him for a moment before muttering out a ‘thanks for the ride’ and close the door.

You knew your way, the drop off was right before the Welcome to La Push sign.

The walk let you think. Letting go of Paul was not going to happen. You two have been through so much together. Outside opinions were really testing the power of you two.

You knocked on the old man’s door. He yelled that it was open. He looked happy to see you.

“Hurry, hurry I want all of the details.” he says as you hastily climb the stairs to the bathroom.

You scrubbed hard and sat in the fresh clothes that you had brought over earlier.

You sat there and explained what you saw, the conversations and the painting you saw with the three other men with their names. You guessed to be people who were higher up if they were still alive to this day. The painting spoke out to you. The power that they held moved you. You told him Alice’s ability to see one’s future based on the decisions they make. He wrote it all down with precision. You just left out two things.

You didn’t know how true Edward’s word was so you didn’t tell Old Quil that the Cullens were thinking about leaving. You didn’t tell him that Edward wanted to go with you. You were going to find a way for him not to.

“I should let you go. Paul kept coming here every hour to see if you were back.” he says with a laugh.

“Is he alright?” you asked.

“Just very antsy.” he says.

Giving him a farewell hug, you make your way home. Paul was standing outside when you got there.

“Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve picked you up.” he says moving forward to you.

“I’m happy to see you too.” you tell him with a smile.

Your face is crushed on his, you feel yourself being lifted.

Your face is crumbled as your entire body shivered. Every inch of your body was licked and kissed. Your body submitted to him. His thrusts felt like love bullets as they shot through you.

That’s when he said it. You wouldn’t forget it.

You were shaking as you lay upon him. You were catching your breath but he was calm. He rubbed your back as you were skin to skin with him. The sun was starting to rise. The faint leaks of early sunrays bleeding through the curtains that were hanging on the windows.

“I love you.”

It was said quietly. It was barely above a rasp. You couldn’t speak. So, you didn’t. You didn’t want to say it back just to say it back. You lift your tired head and planted a kiss on his lips. He drunk you in like he was a drunk tasting alcohol. Getting his last fix.

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stealingpotatoes · 2 hours ago

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closing the askbox now!! if i didn’t see/answer your birthday message today then 1. i’ll see them as i trawl thru the askbox and 2. thank you very much!!!! you're all so so so nice and i love you alll!!!! (+ i’ll try get back to opening the askbox at least once a month cause I like you guys’ funky words)

#my tumblr app crashes whenever i try to load my askbox so i think that’s a sign to close it LOL #talk is cheap #also im sleepy and my birthday is almost over <3

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eclectic-sassycoweyes · 3 days ago

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Hi Ada! Sorry your mind is in a bleh place - sending you lotsa hugs!!💗💗

1) I FINALLY replaced by gravel bike that was stolen this summer (long story short I bought a replacement that was on a prize offer for the insurance money but couldn’t break on it properly bc even though it was a ‘women’s’ model the grips were too big and the breaks too hard to push for my nimble hands hehe and I had to convince the store to buy it back and sell me another one and it’s generally really difficult to find a good one in my size so I’ve been worried cause it’s a lot of money😩) and the guy who sold it to me was soo nice he like helped me out for an hour at least and was so helpful answering all my questions. And he gave me so much off the prize for the best bet of a bike he had, so that I actually got a BETTER more expensive bike and hardly had to pay extra! And we joked too - so I left yesterday feeling both really excited and like ‘successful human interaction checked!’ (People are nice and random things will sometimes work out!!)

2) this weekend I messaged my professor this weekend bc I’d completely missed the deadline for an assignment that could help me get some feedback on my ideas for my exam project. I’ve never interacted with him outside of class and of course I got all over sharing about why I missed the deadline and why I’ve missed class a few of times and struggled to be on time, telling him about the memorial days for my best friend, my anxiety and ADHD and how it’s been difficult to get back to everyday life after travelling and then when I’d sent it I felt super weird about it. But then he replied sharing that he’s struggled with his anxiety this month and a personal anecdote about how he’d actually been in the process of getting his doctor to prescribe anti-anxiety meds when he held the presentation on mental illness (the course is called ‘normality and deviance’). He ended the mail by sending me a ‘mental hug’ and it really meant a lot to me. The day before, in class I’d been late, but still participated and we had a guest teacher who when he left called my name and said ‘it was interesting to hear from you!’. I’ve been feeling bad about my academic skills and aspirations lately bc I feel like other stuff is holding me back. So these two things reminded me, that so many people struggle even those that you think are successful, and it doesn’t take away from the things you’re good at and love doing!!!🥹

3) I wore my binder out for the first time this weekend, for my friend’s birthday and following night out and felt really affirmed and good about myself and in my body!! (Of course I was still hit on by a straight guy who got a bit gross when I very gently rejected him but oh well).

4) have a few pics of my family dog!!

And one of Moo Dom (thank you for the name suggestion D @carlos-tk ) who is one of your biggest cheers for writing delectable smut and making this fandom kinkier!!!🥳🤩 he reads along over my shoulder from where he’s placed on the couch pillows and he’s a big fan😌

I’ve been in a bleh mood myself - on and off everyday obligations this semester has felt a bit overwhelming, doubting my academic aspirations and the winter depression symptoms hit hard suddenly after my all-nighter to follow the election last week.. but these little things made me feel better and I am coming up from it and the sun is out today!!☀️

I hope you feel better soon too and take care of yourself and can relish in some of the little things along the way<3<3<3

- Life is a rollercoaster and a WIP! <3😌

what's up wednesday

Hey everyone! Thanks for the tags. I've been steadily working away at both kinktober and the rent boy au, but I'm kind of in a bleh mental space right now so I don't really feel like sharing.

That said, because of bleh mental space, I'd love, love, love to hear something positive that's happening with all of you!

Whether that be something that made you smile, something you're proud of, a picture of your pet, I want all the good vibes! Feel free to reply, reblog, send an ask, message me or not reply it all, I won't take it personal!

Tagging those that have tagged me already:

@nisbanisba, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @heartstringsduet, @paperstorm, @carlossreaders

@strandnreyes

Then I'll tag some of the usual crew:

@reyesstrand, @herefortarlos, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @carlos-in-glasses, @carlos-tk

@theghostofashton, @bonheur-cafe, @basilsunrise, @never-blooms, @literateowl

@lightningboltreader, @honeybee-taskforce, @guardian-angle22, @goldenskykaysani, @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@freneticfloetry, @fifthrideroftheapocalypse, @sanjuwrites, @sheholdsthemoon, @actual-sleeping-beauty

@ironheartwriter, @irispurpurea, @your-catfish-friend, @whatsintheboxmh, @welcometololaland

@rmd-writes, @butchreyes, @emsprovisions, @tellmegoodbye and then here's a tag for anyone who just wants to share some good news <3 <3 <3 <3

#wip Wednesday #mar rambles #personal #moo Dom #reminders #Ada #mar tagged

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bethfuller · 2 years ago

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disco elysium wip

#sunrise parabellum #thank you all for the lovely birthday messages <3 #kim kitsuragi #disco elysium #my art #illustration #taking a break from comic promotion to bring you kim kitsuragi

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cordiallyfuturedwight · 4 months ago

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you can't stop me lovin' myself ♡ for @kimtaegis

#userbangtan #usersky #annietrack #heyryen #userkelli #usermaggie #useremmeline #userpat #tuserandi #raplineuser #usersolis #useryoonqiful #usermizuoka #userines #nuggettracks #rjshope #dailybts #mine!#park jimin #btsedit #btsgif #bg images from freepik <3 #OKAY all of that is out of the way!#HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET ANNIE!!!!!!!!#i really made like 4 different things and kept changing my mind because nothing was good enough for you :(#i knew that i wanted to make something from idol though because i know that that's the one song you wish you could see live!#since i can't bring bangtan together for a concert and take you to it right now i thought i would make you this #since jimin slayed this dance intro to pieces #anyway. i'll write you something more personal in your messages but i love you soooooo much thank you for being born #& for being one of the kindest souls on the whole planet

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jkvjimin · 2 months ago

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TAEHYUNG, NAMJOON & JUNGKOOK + memories (2014-2021) (cr. dwellingsouls, 0613data, namuspromised)

happy birthday, sky! @jung-koook 💟

#taehyung #jungkook #namjoon #bts #btsedit #btsgif #bangtan #bangtan*#gif #userkelli #usersky #annietrack #userdimple #raplineuser #tuserandi #rjshope #useremmeline #usermaggie #dailybts #happy sky day!!! 💜✨#sky my baby i know i already send you a message but i really wanted to finish this gift to you (started this last week!!!)#is nothing much but i couldn't not celebrate this day with you. sorry that i'm posting this so late to you tho D:#hope you see this when you wake up and that it perhaps brings the same joy i have when i get to talk to you #happiest of the birthday my baby! i hope you have the most amazing time with the people you love or just eating something you like #i love you to the moon and back #thank you for being such an inspiration in every way possible <3 #my admiration for you is beyond words #ps i know it has greetings content but still... i had other plans but still wanted to use the screencaps :')

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itsnathateasy · 1 day ago

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Fanfic writer interview

Thanks for tagging me Jack! Feeling like im in the spotlight here hehe💅

How many work do you have on AO3?

5! Only started posting there, plus i'm only posting my actual fics with (slight, at least) plot

What's your total AO3 word count?

7,167

What are your top 5 stories by kudos/likes?

Using my tumblr posts for this one, as my top kudos are like 15 lmao

aot characters reacting to you asking them “what are we?” (496 notes): tiny stories featuring the reactions of the characters mentioned

your first kiss with these aot characters (353 notes): it's a few tiny stories with each character mentioned

cosying up with armin after a busy day (81 notes): which is exactly what it says (titles have always been my weakest)

friends to lovers (armin) (47 notes): this started as headcanons but then turned itself into a short story with an extremely vague plot

birthday (armin) (36 notes): how would armin plan your birthday and how would you plan his?

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes! even if i take ages! comments are very helpful to me and allow me to connect with someone who either enjoyed one of my stories or found a flaw. i'd love to know either way!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

not really a fic imo, but this uni exchange student!eren had me on the floor when i originally posted back in 2021 (i think?)

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

i've yet to write one:( even the stories i'm currently working on have such bittersweet endings.

Do you write crossovers?

haven't so far, it's not the type of content i usually enjoy myself, but i'm not opposed to writing it in the future, it sounds challenging!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

ahh yes:( i used to be a directioner back in the day (still tbh lmao) and i remember i wrote a horror story that was kind of explicit, but it was mentioned in the intro that this is a horror story (there were mentions of taking prisoners, main characters being unalived etc) and someone had commented ON EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER that this band member would never hurt anyone. of course they wouldn't that's why it's fiction😭 they'd even posted my fics cover on the facebook group we used at the time, as a warning for whoever came across it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes, it's only fem!receiving so far i think? and mostly foreplay

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

again, i've no idea

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! goes back to my peak directioner days though! i would write a chapter, then my friend had to write the next one. it was so much fun and not only for us, cause them girls were crazy about our story, it was insane! it was so well received and we both even received private messages asking for updates (those were the times fr)

What's your all-time favorite ship?

milo and kida from "atlantis: the lost empire"

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

right into my kokoro:( i'll never finish this cool bit i did as a challenge with eren waking up as his kid self in the middle of a battle field. idk where i was going with it and as i wrote it, i was so into it, but then lsot momentum.

What are your writing strengths?

i feel like my writing needs so much work to improve, esp in english i'm not a native speaker). i'd say i'm good at communicating a characters' thoughts. in my native language, my strength is definetely spot on use of language and making complex sentences make sense (not boasting, i studied journalism & communications and work as text/content writer and editor)

What are your writing weaknesses?

i've such a hard time communicating feelings. i don't want to tell you "this characters feels this emotion" so i'm resorting to explaining other things, such as where was this character looking at? did they have a particular facial expression? were they fidgeting? i want the reader to decide what the characters are feeling.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

in my experience, it's irrelevant to the plot more often than not. i do appreciate it when it's important to the plot.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

i've always wanted to write a sci-fi version of the ouran high school host club crowd (it'd be so silly, just imagine!) but i feel like i don't understand all of their characters as deeply as i should.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

probably the horror story i mentioned above (which i won't be linking for a variety of reasons) because it's my longest fic to this day, and the idea was so solid, i'm sad i never completed it.

np tags for my fellow writers @brave-and-gentle and @ellazenin

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @thelettersfromnoone for the tag!! 💖

How many work do u have on AO3?

3, not your local AO3 girlie lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

8 534

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

I'll go with Tumblr ones, cause from my 3 AO3 works the biggest number I got is 31 lmao

Anyone but you (Legolas x f!reader)

Night watch (Legolas x Reader)

Well-deserved rest (Haldir x f!Reader)

One messy night (Boromir x f!Reader)

Transition (Haldir x f!Reader)

Honorable mention (since it's not fics but headcanons)

Green Council receiving a hot pic from you (HotD)

TLK men's reaction on being pet named

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond to comments! These little things are brightening up my day, so I wanna let the people know that they are my heroes hahaha

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I really think it's Transition. All in all it's a pretty dark story, a bit depressing I think (I had these intentions while writing at least).

Otherwise, I don't think I have angsty endings fics?

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

New family members for sure!! Was thinking hard what to choose, cause I think all of my happy ending fics are on the pretty same level on a happy scale, but I remember that I have this gen, non romantic baby and I love it so much ❤️‍🩹 There's a little TLK OMC for y'all

Do you write crossovers?

I wanted to say I've never done this BUT THEN!!! My Assassin's Creed (Ezio) x LOTR little headcanon!!! My beloved child!!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, not that I remember getting any hate on my fics

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, tho not much and on rare occasions. I used to write a lot of smut when I was younger (a teen), then I stopped being comfortable with it for a wild few years (tho reading never made me uncomfortable lmao).

Now I started writing smut again, idk what kind? Don't really understand what does that mean lol F x M traditional sex? Pretty detailed? If so, then yes lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't know 😂 Maybe, maybe not. I think rather not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge, I don't think so.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

We tried with my friend a long long time ago. Didn't go well lmao It's hard and kinda stressing, cause you never know what the other person is gonna write (at least we had this SURPRISE system), so... You kinda have zero plot cause everything you want to write plot-wise can be ruined by the second person's plot lmao

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Athelnar?? Athelstan and Ragnar were my first ever OTP (quickly followed by Alfred and Uhtred). You could never beat that Athelnar shit out of my body lmao I've never written for them, but oh I do love them boys!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Now, that's the HARSH one lmao

I think I have at least 3 OC stories that I really wanna write (2 for TLK and one for LOTR), but I'm scared that I will never actually do it. I never was good with multi chaptered stories, and these are indeed not a one shots 🥲

What are your writing strengths?

Ugh... I don't know? I think I was pretty good with dialogues and descriptions of the surroundings to build the atmosphere. But... I guess it's not for me to decide but for the readers?

What are your writing weaknesses?

I rarely finish what I've started lmao I should write everything in one go or else I'll never finish it... Or will finish it in two months even if it's a 2k words one shot

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love them! I've only done it with my LOTR fics (with Sindarin) but I really love it. But I really love it when the language is different from the language of the settings? Like, if the story is happening in England and everyone is English, but you have two characters who can speak idk Dutch, let them have a Dutch language in their dialogue. I had a rant post about it not that long ago actually lmao You have to think about your in-universe language

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Ahhh Bungou Stray Dogs! I love them, and I'd gladly try to write something for them. Not a character/character but reader my beloved.

And maybe Stephane Narcisse (reign) my beloved and a reader

What's your favorite fic you've written?

The blood on my hands (Eomer) and Peace (Finan) are definitely my fave ones I think. They are dark and both explore some trauma

No pressure tags: @whitedarkmoonflower @lord-aldhelm @holy3cake @gemini-mama @emilyhufflepufftlk @persephones-journey @solinarimoon @mrsalwayswrite @emmanuellececchi @bilbotargaryen @levithestripper @mrsarnasdelicious @paula-in-dreamland

#writing #chain #mutuals

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