if i had my hands on that journal

Dear Journal,

Today we all went to Diagon alley to shop for school suplies. Our little Teddy was going back to Hogwarts in a week. I don’t want him to leave me again! Sirius and I were walking hand in hand and Teddy was texting to James Sirius. We were supposed to meet him and James and Lily at the three broomsticks but they weren’t there yet.

“Prongs probably lost a sock or something!” Sirius commented, laughing.

Around five minutes later, they arrived.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault! I had lost my sock!” James said.

Sirius started laughing.

“What? It’s the truth! I lost my sock!” James said, pushing Sirius’ shoulder.

“No we believe you! It’s just that I guessed you would be looking for a sock or something because you’re always late for stupid reasons!” Sirius laughed.

“I am never late!” James said.

“You were late to our wedding!” Lily smirked.

Sirius high fived her laughing and James rolled his eyes.

“I was not late, I was lost in the building! Not the same thing!” James said to his defence.

“Okay Okay. Whatever you say baby..” Lily smiled, kissing his cheek.

“Oh my god… Lily Evans just called me ‘Baby’?!” James joked.

We laughed and remembered our old times at Hogwarts. We ate this delicious meal and talked about nothing and everything. During lunch, James Sirius and Teddy were exchanging heart eyes. It was actually quite adorable.

We bought Teddy’s books and school suplies. It was his last year so he was excited. We went back home with James Sirius on our back seat. He was staying over for a few days since Lily and James had a trip planned.

“Dad?” Teddy asked from the back seat.

“Which one?” Sirius asked laughing, the wheel in his hands.

“Hum.. kinda both.. James and I were wondering how you handdle things when you had to come out to the whole school…” Teddy said, getting a bit anxious.

“Oh.. well, it was hard to gain up the courage but we were so happy afterwards. It just takes a few minutes of discomfort and you might get scared but it’s all worth it. It’s almost like ripping a band-aid off..” Sirius said.

“You just have to both be confident. You need to both help eachother get trough it.” I added.

“Okay..” Teddy said.

“Are you guys nervous?”

“Yeah..” they both said.

“It’ll be okay. If people don’t accept you, they’re just not worth it..” Sirius said, probably thinking about his parents.

“Okay.. thanks dads.” Teddy said.

“Anytime Teddy bear.”

James Sirius giggled a bit and Teddy sighted.

“That’s actually the cutest nickname! I’ll call you my Teddy bear from now on!” James Sirius laughed.

We all laughed at Teddy’s red cheeks. They were going to be alright.

-Remus

4

08.04.2017

“The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the world.” 
- Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth

I must say that this is one of my favorite spreads so far! I wanted to experiment with watercolors and I’m just so in love with how it turned out~
It was so much fun working on this spread i even used a blowdryer to prevent the pages from getting too wet ahhh the struggle 

01.02.17 • 18:54PM last week in my bullet journal ~ tried my hand at drawing again, copied this from pinterest, I had fun (I take no credit for the design). I really need to carry on reading again!

Updates Thru 9 Months on Testosterone

Month 1:

  • Hot flashes and sweating increased
  • Fuzzier knees
  • Acne increase
  • Increased libido
  • Voice cracking
  • Hungry literally all the time
  • Mood swings
  • Oiler skin (especially my chest/back)
  • Clitorus growth (this was actually the first thing I noticed)

Month 2:

  • Leg mass/shape changing
  • Increase body hair (happy trail, side burns, eyebrows and chin) and coarser feel–week 8 was when I noticed my first chin hair!
  • Weight gain (approx. 8-10 pounds)
  • Arms getting bigger
  • Breasts getting smaller
  • Voice cracking more noticeably
  • Mood seemed to start leveling out around week 9
  • Face shape noticeably different

Month 3:

  • Voice became noticeably deeper but still cracked occasionally
  • Fuzzy facial hair increasing
  • Increased acne on back/arms/chest
  • Curves around hips lessening
  • Hair on thighs and knees getting thicker

Month 4:

  • Hair creeping onto hands and thicker on arms
  • Smell changing (body odor worse)
  • Finally seem to be settling into my voice
  • Shoulders broader (some shirts that used to fit became too small)
  • First month with no menstruation
  • Many of the same changes as the first 3 months continue to develop

Month 5:

  • Sideburns more noticeable
  • My eyebrows are absurd
  • Jaw line changing (a little soreness)
  • Shoulders and legs are sore
  • Facial hair coming in a little better, but still very patchy and blonde
  • Many of my shirts no longer fit my shoulders

Month 6:

  • Acne seems to be getting better
  • Voice started cracking again
  • First time I cut myself shaving!
  • Hair increasing everywhere, especially happy trail
  • My hands and feet grew, but not noticeably probably to anyone other than myself (I only noticed because I put on shoes I hadn’t worn for 6 months)

Month 7:

  • Need to shave more frequently
  • So much hair–upper thighs/butt and leg hair is now very thick and visible; arm hair is darker and thicker; hair on feet and hands filling in; eyebrows are out of control; nipple and pubic hair is thicker/denser and has spread
  • Somewhere around month 7 was also when I noticed that the hair on my head had a different texture/was thicker
  • Overall, around month 6/7 is when the changes started leveling off and were only noticeable in pictures

Month 8:

  • Veins in hands/feet more pronounced
  • Jaw line/face shape is VERY different
  • Facial hair still patchy, but growing back faster
  • I think my voice is finally okay

Month 9:

  • Thicker hair in general
  • Adam’s apple pretty noticeable (this actually started happening around month 6)
  • Acne on back/chest coming back?
  • Black hairs developing on upper back/shoulders

These are the updates in my journal from my first 9 months on testosterone. These things are different for everyone, but I thought a timeline might be a nice reference. I have some pictures/voice comparison videos on my transition tag as well. Overall, these first 9 months have been outstanding and I’m looking forward to doing my one year reflection post. Stay tuned and, as always, feel free to drop by my ask box if you have any questions!

“I sent for Albert; he came to the Closet where I was alone, and after a few minutes I said to him, that I thought he must be aware why I wished them to come here,- and that it would make me too happy if he would consent to what I wished (to marry me); we embraced each other over and over again, and he was so kind, so affectionate; oh! to feel I was, and am, loved by such an Angel as Albert, was too great delight to describe! he is perfection; perfection in every way,- in beauty - in everything! I told him I was quite unworthy of him and kissed his dear hand,- he said he would be very happy, “das Leben mit dir zu zubringen”, and was so kind, and seemed so happy, that I really felt it was the happiest brightest moment in my life, which made up for all that I had suffered and endured. Oh! how I adore and love him, I cannot say!”

- Tuesday 15th October 1839, Queen Victoria’s journal

In An Instant: Part Ten (END)

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.

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When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.

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Nowhere Near Done | Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW gifs (not mine), Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub hints.

Words: 1262


“Alright, guys,” I exclaimed, walking into the library where the brothers are waiting for me, “do I look like a real, sophisticated FBI agent?” I twirled dramatically.

Dean and Sam both stood, eyes large and mouths hanging at the jaw. I felt my cheeks heat up at their reactions.

“Geez guys, you’re gonna catch flies! C’mon we got work to do!” I shouted over my shoulder as I pranced outside.

Sam and I managed to get seated without fighting over shotgun, as I had gotten to the seat first. This hunt is only supposed to take a few days, to my relief. Dean and I hadn’t had any time alone for weeks. It’s just been back to back to back hunt and now here we were with another.

It wasn’t like I needed sex to survive, I needed Dean to survive. His touch, his body, his heat. So, today I plan on playing a little game. How worked up can I get Dean?

“Okay,” Sam said from the backseat, nose shoved into his journal of notes, “so it says here that the victims had their hearts ripped out and ‘claw-like like marks’ on the rest of their bodies.”

“So a werewolf?” I asked, turning my head to face Sam, placing my hand on Dean’s upper thigh for support. I noted the way Dean stiffened as the car swerved softly. A smirk playing on my lips, I continued my conversation with Sam, tracing patterns on Dean’s slack-clad thigh.

“Yea, looks like this is going to be an easy one this time.” Sam said with a smile, settling back in the bench seat.

“Mmm, good.” I said softly as I turned around, leaning into Dean’s side, letting my hand run higher up his leg.

“Y’know, Dean,” I whispered softly, nipping at his earlobe, “I’ve been aching to get back to the bunker. Miss you baby.”

“You’re killing me, princess.” He muttered softly, shooting me a stern look, as if to tell me I need to stop teasing.

“You going to get hard for me, Dean? Right here in the front seat? Sam’s in the back, y’know? And he’s got no idea how hard your cock is going to get.” I slipped my hand between his legs, cupping his crotch softly as he twitched against my palm. He let out a growl under his breath, “You’re on thin ice, little girl.”

“Oh yea’? What are you going to do? Throw me over your knee right in front of Sam?” He stayed silent, eyes glaring down the road. I let out a breathy laugh, letting go of Dean’s leg.

When we arrived at the morgue, the town police filled us in on the gory details of the killings before we were escorted to the bodies. Just as Sam had said, the bodies looked almost like pulled pork. Absolutely shredded.

Seeing my chance to be the smart alec I always was, I leaned up to Dean’s ear, “Looks like this one couldn’t wait to sink its claws into something…mmm…sounds like someone else I know.” I dragged my fingers lightly down his back, my nails snagging the fabric ever so slightly. Dean only twitched his nose in response.

The week seemed to move in slow motion. Every time we thought we had found a break in the case, signaling that we may get to leave early and go home, something managed to drag us knee deep back in paper trails and interviews. The receptionist at the police station got a little too close to Dean, leaving one-too-many buttons open on her blouse, wearing some slutty lipstick and attempting a sultry voice that I could see right through. Naturally I had to backhand the bitch, leading to me being escorted out of the station with a firm scolding an a threat to report me to my supervisor. Ha! I hope Bobby gets a call informing him that I pimp slapped a slut.

I spent the rest of the case (and the ride home, of course) winding Dean up, feather light touched and soft comments and moans in his ear. By the time we made it back to the bunker Dean all but dragged me to our bedroom. His firm grip on my upper arm had me grinning like a child getting candy for dinner.

“Go on,” He purred, shoving my towards the bed, “strip brat.” He locked and then proceeded to lean against his door, waiting and watching with trained eyes. Once I was bare I went to get on my hands and knee on the mattress, as I always did when Dean wes angry with me.

“No.” He commanded, “On your back, spread your legs.”

I did as I was told without question, I trusted my lover with my entire being.

He walked forward slowly, his shoulders squared, jaw clenched. He climbed between my legs, pulling my ankles roughly until I was close enough to him. He laced his fingers with mine with one hand, the other raised, coming down harshly on my clit.

I felt my back arch, a pleasured sound bubbling from my chest, Dean had never spanked me here. Never made me feel this way. I whimpered softly when he repeated his actions.

“You like your punishment, don’t you princess? You’re precious little pussy must just be aching to be touched. You’ve been a little brat all week, why should I even fuck you? I could just fuck your throat and leave you here, all hot and wet and desperate.”

“N-no Dean! Please! I-I’ll be a good girl I promise. No more teasing. I can’t go without your cock, Dean, please.” I squealed, his fingertips lingering on my clit after the following strike.

He dragged the tip of his nose up my neck and jaw, nipping at the sheen flesh as he went.

“Alright, baby girl. I suppose just this once I can let it slide,” Another slap to my pulsating clit, “but you ever try that again I won’t fuck you for a week.”

He pulled back, peeling his clothes off and situation himself between my legs, tossing them high on his hips.

He leaned down to press his lips to mine in a chaste kiss, “You ready, baby doll?” His voice barely above a whisper as he searched my face for a sign of consent. I nodded quickly, already curling my limbs against his, waiting for him.

He slammed into be without hesitation, no buildup, no warning, just honest, rough fucking. He groaned about me as his hips rolled over and over into my welcoming pussy. The room was filled with obscenities, the unfiltered cursed escaping our lips, the sound of flesh pounding against flesh, and of course the sound of my all too welcoming channel practically sucking Dean back inside me.

“Dean, baby please, wanna come so bad!” I whined, my lips trembling, he trailed his hand down my side, pressing three fingers firmly against my clit, moving in wide circles.

“Then do it baby. Gonna fill you up with come anyways. You want that, huh? My hot come filling this pretty, pink, little, tight pussy?”

“Y-yes, Dean!!!” I begged, my channel tightening as I released. Dean was soon to follow, filling and quickly overfilling my with his own climax. He slowed his pace as he softened, falling to my side, pulling my against his chest.

After a few minutes I went to get up and grab us some clean underwear only to be stopped my Dean’s arms curling around my waist,

“Oh, no, baby girl. We’re nowhere near done.”


Tagged: @blood-on-roses 

WHY FORD STOPPED STANLEY FROM BURNING THE JOURNALS (AKA, Proof that Ford loves his brother)

Special thanks to @stanfordpines-phd for helping solidify this theory and idea. Note: There are slight journal 3 black-light spoilers here, but they are in code, and are not necessary for this theory.

Bill was a monster.

Ford had hardly slept in weeks, and was constantly under threat of painful and injurious possession, the world was at risk of Armageddon, and it was all his fault.

He was hell bent on destroying Bill’s presence in his mind, body and in the world. 

So why not allow Stanley to burn the journals?

After all, he had no problem telling Stanley to leave, to take the journals to the ends of the earth, far from Bill and his home.

So why not destroy them?

One might suggest that it was out of sentimentality — for the last year that journal had been his lifeline, his outlet through all the painful and insane trials he’s overcome (Brief semi-related Journal 3 Blacklight Spoilers: Kh hyhq vdbv zkhq kh fuhdwhv wkh lqylvleoh lqn wkdw kh zrxog jr edfn dqg uhdg wkurxjk wkh sdjhv kh kdg douhdgb zulwwhq, wr khos jurxqg klp dqg pdlqwdlq klv vdqlwb.)

But there’s a more concrete evidence beyond that in the journal. 

Let’s think about what Ford says as he prepares to hand his journal off to Stan.

“If I am ever to continue my work, then my enemy must be confronted and defeated forever! I must begin a several-day journey to the accursed caves that brought him into my life. If there is a way to destroy him, I will find it there.

But before I can begin this odyssey, I need to dispose of my journals. They’re too valuable to destroy, but the information contained inside is too dangerous, and I shudder to think what might happen if they were to fall into the wrong hands.”

Ford was about to venture into the caves, in the dead of winter (there’s more detail on the time-sensitivity of the changing weather on the next page), in search of a way to destroy Bill. Fair enough. 

So, wait, why not destroy the journal?

I mean, he obviously wants to “dispose of them” and get them far away from dangerous hands. He admits that Stanley is well-traveled and would be able to hide the journals far from prying eyes, and he is able to trust his brother to keep it safe. How do I know that?

Well, let’s first think about that opening line: “If I am ever to continue my work…”

Ford was not trying to get rid of the journals permanently, he just needed them safe until a way to stop Bill was discovered. Then he would be able to get his journal back, and continue his life as a scientist in Gravity Falls.

So how does this come back to Stanley?

Well if the journals’ information is valuable as Ford’s life work, and as a way to scrounge success after his awful experiences in Gravity Falls, then he would need them back later on, right?

And if he trusts Stanley to take the journal away, then that means… he would have needed to ask Stanley to come back.

So no. He was not sending away his brother for good after 10+ years of radio silence. He was initiating contact again. He was extending a lifeline to the one person he could trust in the world, knowing that the separation would be temporary. 

He even says that this would be Stan’s redeeming moment in Ford’s eyes — after years of what he thought to be an intentional sabotage on his brother’s part, Ford was ready to extend this lifeline again. 

I know what you’re thinking: In that case, why not clear that up for Stan? Why not emphasize that he was not sending him away for good? Why all the vagueness and awful wording?

Well, for one thing, Ford was running on fumes, with no sleep at all. He was exhausted and stressed and half-insane. So, we can give some leeway. 

Secondly, Ford fails to grasp a lot of social interactions, and his tendency to botch them would definitely be in the spotlight here. 

Third of all (minor black light spoilers here, again: Eloo kdv vkrzq wkdw kh frxog olwhudoob pdqlsxodwh Irug'v yrfdexodub, olnh zkhq kh hudvhv wkh zrug “exughq” — vr zh fdq'w uxoh rxw Eloo pdqlsxodwlqj wklv frqyhuvdwlrq hlwkhu.)

TLDR: Ford was going to ask Stanley to return  with the journal after he found a way to destroy Bill, and after Stan had earned his trust in a time when Ford could trust no one else. Taking the journal “to the ends of the earth” was to be a temporary solution until Bill was gone, and afterwards, they would reconnect.

Bonus angst: Imagine Stanley reading this in journal 3, and realizing the misunderstanding…. :(

The last time I wrote a poem that ended up being a song, I was writing in my journal and I was writing about something that had happened in my life - it was about a year ago - and I just wrote this really really short poem, it said “This love is good / this love is bad / this love is alive back from the dead / these hands had to let it go free / and this love came back to me” and I just wrote it down and closed the book and put it back on my night stand [and I was like] “meh that was fun, short little poem” and then all of a sudden in my head I just started hearing this melody happen and then I realised that it was going to be a song
—  Taylor Swift (x)
Song of Themyscira | Six

Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader

Word Count: 1774

Warnings: Language (for now)

A/N: Two updates in one day, this happens once in a blue moon, so enjoy ;) huge, huge, HUGE shoutout to mi tartita, April, for beta’ing this and restoring my confidence every chapter, te amo || SoT masterlist

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mix-and-match photos?

I haven’t expressed my love for ROMEO that much so… here’s a post. ‘Nightmare’ is definitely one of my favorite song by them but I really didn’t know that the song had too much feels so yeah I was crying inside the whole time.

stan talent stan romeo. just stan these dorks ok?

Catharsis

Summary: Bucky finds something to help him heal. Bucky x Reader.

Warnings: None. Fluff. 

Author: @fireandicewillsuffice / @untothebreachwritings 

Note: My submission for Blade’s 2k Followers Challenge! The prompt was #19 “word: cathartic.” Dedicated to @reincarnatedsoul because it’s her birthday today! Yay! *All of the poetry below is my own original work.* 
I love you all and I hope you enjoy. 

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You didn’t realize it until one night when he held you close and spoke in your ear.

“I want to dig myself into your warmth

I want to line my bones with it

I want to come away with you in my mouth

And in case anyone asks me to make my favorite sound,

I am ready with your name on my tongue.”

You weren’t even entirely sure you did hear anything, right on the edge of falling asleep. But your suspicions were cleared the next day when you saw a small scrap of paper on his bedside table with that same poem scribbled on it.

            You picked it up and ran your fingers across the words, a small smile spreading across your face, imagining him writing it down quickly in the dead of night, awake from a nightmare. You knew you wouldn’t press him on it; this was immensely personal and he had had too many people occupy his mind for too long for you to take this away from him.

            Bucky Barnes was not an easy man to read. He held himself close, protecting what he salvaged and what he rebuilt with fierce responsibility. When he does something, he never half-assed it; Bucky put in his full effort at all times.

            So when he was working through his recovery, his therapist suggested writing out things that bothered him, made him angry, made him happy, and made him remember. At first he scoffed at the idea. How was he supposed to write it all out and see it made flesh? See it become real?

            But after much pleading by his therapist, he ultimately conceded. He wrote out lists, he wrote out his thoughts, his fears, anything he could think of in the moment. He would wake up screaming during the night with you by his side, running soothing hands through his hair, holding him close to your chest. You would run your hands all around him, humming a familiar song in his ear, one that was his, and he started to feel a little comfort. Then he would get out of bed after reassuring you he was fine, and make his way to his office. And he would write.

            You didn’t ask, you knew it was his solace.

            When he crawled back into bed, thinking you were asleep, he would pull you close again and whisper into your ear all of his thoughts.

            Sometime down the line, those lists, those musings, turned into poetry. Bucky didn’t expect this. He remembered once upon a time back before the war, he tried his hand at poetry. It was tucked back so deep into his mind, he almost felt like it was something he made up. But as soon as he tried to fit his words together and tie them to his emotions, it was like returning muscle memory. His fingers just knew.

            So when he came back to his place next to you on the bed, he wanted to show you how he was feeling. The only way he could think of was to recite his poetry to you. He would hold you close and brush his lips to your ear, place a soft kiss there and speak beauty to you:

“I wanted these words to come out like the honey

 that drips from your voice

But all I could think about is the way your fingers feel

when they run across my neck

And there are no words for that”

            After days and weeks of this, he came up to you and told you he was thinking of enrolling in a college and taking some classes. You were ecstatic, you couldn’t believe he had come this far and wanted to further himself in any way he knew how. You asked him what courses he wanted to focus on and he looked down at his feet for a second, a small blush creeping into his skin.

            Sheepishly, he looked up at you again and said, “Writing.”

            You threw your arms around him for a fierce hug and didn’t let go, rather you wrapped your legs around his waist and heard him let out a loud laugh. Bucky felt tension release from his shoulders, happy that you never judged him, always just accepted.

            Months and months had gone by with Bucky attending college, learning and absorbing everything. He had started to warm up to showing you his writing, but he did it in his own way. He would leave notes around the house, little scraps of things he thought about when he thought about you.

            “My heart is thirsty for even a drop of you”

            “These words are red because I have never seen you in any other way”

            “I feel a hole in my heart and you are the only piece that fits”

Every time you read another piece of his mind, your heart grew bigger and bigger. You didn’t know he was writing about you, you thought he talked about his nightmares, his torture, his past…but when you would see the small poems he left out for you, you knew he was better.

            “The spaces between my fingers make me think of you

            You seem to have a way of filling

            every emptiness I can imagine”        

            You surprised him with beautiful leather-bound journals, an array of fountain pens with multiple ink bottles, a way for him to not only write beautiful words, but to make them look beautiful too. Bucky had gorgeous handwriting, and he was more than happy to practice lettering and calligraphy. He even ventured into art, although you both knew he was already a well-trained artist like Steve.

            “I looked inside the cracks of you and found myself

            Hold me there. Let me beat through you.”

One night after coming back from work, you and him were cooking and he brought out one of the journals you had bought him, worn with his writing. He opened up to a page and showed you. After reading it, you let out a small gasp, because he captured the night before with such grace and beauty, you couldn’t believe it.

“In the body of this house

we shiver and quiver

Our gooseflesh has made friends with one another

Has come to know one another.

Here we lay and drink honey from each other’s collarbones

Lap up the sticky sweetness,

the wholeness

of it all

mutter, “stay”

in shoulder blades

whisper “okay”

in ribcages

And cross paths into the spaces between our fingers

And tangle limbs into the curvature of each other

And wonder,

“why did we ever think of leaving?”

He gently pulled your hand towards him and led you to the bedroom, where you saw a large canvas laying on the bed. You both approached it and he started explaining right away.

            “Whenever I would wake up from a nightmare or if I couldn’t sleep, I would start writing. It was all about you. I don’t know why, it just kind of happened to come out? Every time I was trying to shake myself out of those thoughts and think of something good, something happy, you would pop into my mind.”

            You reached out and touched the canvas, and you couldn’t believe your eyes.

            “So, I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been so good to me, doll. So patient, so caring, so sweet. And when I thought of this and started workin’ on it, it ended up being something soothing for me, too. The nightmares started to fade and I’ve been sleeping better than I have before.”

            Looking closer at the canvas, you saw that it was a black and white painted picture of you laughing. It was a shot that Bucky no doubt took of you months ago when you dragged him around town to lighten his mood. In the picture, your head was thrown back and your mouth wide open letting out a strong laugh.

            But when you closed in on it, you realized that all of the black parts, the shading, the outline of your person was done with the poems he wrote about you. Each little shadow, the curve of your eyes, the strands of your hair, was done with the words he had written, his lists, his nightmares, his declarations of love, his descriptions of your smile; everything he had filled in those journals was now standing proud as an image of you.

            You reached out and grabbed his face with your hands, planting a kiss on his lips that you hoped would show him what you were feeling.

            “Bucky, this is unbelievable…. I can’t wrap my head around this.” He smiled down at you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

            “Doll, you’re unbelievable. My life wouldn’t be the same without you. You helped me crawl out of my shell. While doing all of this, I realized that you are my solace.”

            You rested your head on his chest, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He leaned down and inhaled your scent through your hair.     

            “You are my catharsis.” 

Memories

*Philip Hamilton x Reader
*Modern
*Word count: 2121

Summary: You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.

Request: SOULMATE AU WITH PHILIP PLSS - @pearltheartist

A/N: Okay I had so much fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy reading it and please send in more requests because I’m sick and noT going to school today k bye

And anything that’s italicized is memories/journal entries

Warnings: EXTREME FLUFF (idk someone might not like that???)

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“Nana, why do I have to go clean out your attic? Why can’t Liam do it?” You groaned, mentioning your brother as you climbed up the old stairs that led to your grandmother’s attic. “Because dear,” she called out, watching you climb up the stairs, “there may be some treasures up there that you might like.”

You looked down at her with furrowed brows, pursing your lips in question at her statement. She simply shrugged and wandered off, muttering something about making cookies for Liam and your grandfather.

Sighing, you opened the wooden door and pushed yourself up, letting out a low grunt as you did so. “I really need to start working out again,” you muttered, shaking your head as you looked around the old attic. The attic contained boxes upon boxes that probably contained items that hadn’t been used for years, along with piles of dust everywhere.

Running a hand through your hair, you nibbled on your bottom lip, not exactly sure where to start. “What on earth did nana think I’d find up here that I would love so much?” You wondered outloud to yourself, “all I see is boxes full of useless junk.”

“Stop complaining, Y/n.” You lectured, “nana sent you up here for a reason, obviously.”

When you finally decided to get to work, you grabbed the first box you saw, setting it down gently and opening the old box, coughing as dust flew everywhere, waving your hand in the air to blow it away. “Okay,” you breathed, beginning to rummage through the box and finding nothing of importance.

This continued for over an hour and you were to head back downstairs to complain to your grandmother, when something in the box you were currently looking through caught your eye. A black leather journal that looked like it was going to fall apart any minute now.

You slowly reached down to grab it, gently picking it up in fear that it would break if you tried to do anything else with it. Once you opened to a random page, your eyes narrowed as you recognized the familiar handwriting. It looked like your handwriting.

February third, 1795.
Dear diary,
Today me and my parents went to the Hamilton estate, something about me meeting my betrothed, which makes me uncomfortable at the mere thought of being forced to marry someone I didn’t love, especially if he wasn’t my soulmate. But, what can I do? I’m just a child, and a woman at that, I didn’t get any say in the matter at all. Mother didn’t look too happy either, muttering the entire way there about how “I shouldn’t be forced to live through what she did.” Whereas father was claiming it’d be good for both of our families if I married young Philip Hamilton when we were both eighteen years of age. I have indeed heard of the Hamilton’s before, but I have never met them. Mr. Hamilton was known for his over-the-top personality whereas Mrs. Hamilton was known for her soft and sweet nature. I knew nothing of Philip Hamilton, though. I do hope he is as great as my father says he is. We have arrived at their estate, I’ll update you later.
Sincerely,
Y/n Y/l/n

Your eyes widened, nibbling on your bottom lip as you reread the journal entry over and over again. What made you more suspicious was that this girl had the same name as you. You somehow found yourself wanting to know what happened next, so you kept on reading:

Dear diary,
We have just gotten home and I’m very tired, yet I remembered I promised to update you on everything that happened before I went to visit the Hamilton family. I’ll tell you everything from start to finish. First, we were greeted by a maid, she was a nice young lady, yet she looked to be around my age, which made me feel unpleasant at the thought of these people forcing young girls to work. But nevertheless, I didn’t complain and allowed the girl to lead me and my parents to the parlor, where she said the family awaited us. Once we reached the parlor, she simply announced our names and curtsied, leaving right after. I remember feeling nervous as I came to see Mr. Hamilton staring at me with a straight face, but Mrs. Hamilton’s sweet smile made me feel comfortable after. “Mr and Mrs. Hamilton, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I found myself saying, curtsying just like mother had taught me to do. “Please dear, call me Eliza.” I remember nodding, letting a short smile appear on my features before it disappeared right after. “Well, I suppose you must be here to meet our son. Philip, come here!” Mr. Hamilton called out, motioning for a young boy around my age to come downstairs. Once he did so, I felt my eyes widen as my mouth dropped into a slight ‘o’ at the sight of the boy. He was absolutely magnificent. I then remembered how unladylike my actions were and curtsied once more, “Y/n Y/l/n, pleasure to meet you.” I remember the boyish grin that appeared on his freckled face as he leaned down to kiss my hand gently. “Philip Hamilton, the pleasure is all mine, Ms. Y/n.” I don’t think anyone could ever understand how absolutely helpless I felt when he did that. I don’t think I can describe the smiles on our mother’s faces as they watched our actions. It was absolutely amazing. Well, I do fear that I’m starting to doze off… Until tomorrow
Sincerely,
Y/n y/f/n

You were definitely gaping at the old journal now, everything seemed so similar, from the handwriting down to your name. You had the exact same name. Now, you were never one to believe in soulmates or reincarnation like your nana did, but this had seemed very suspicious.

“Dear? Did you find anything?” You heard nana call out, making you shake yourself out of your trance and call back, “yes nana, I did. I’m coming down now.” You gripped the journal tightly as you walked down the old ladder, closing the attic door behind you as you turned to your grandmother. “Well?” She asked expectantly, making you smile and show her the journal. Your grandmother’s eyes brightened as she gently took the journal from your hands and admired it, “I… recognize this…” She whispered breathlessly as she took in the sight of the old journal.

“The lady has the same handwriting and name as me, nana. Isn’t that strange?” Your grandmother nodded slightly, a breathless smile appearing on her lips as she opened the pages and flipped through them, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of ripped pages.

She eventually handed the journal back to you, leading you towards grandfather’s study. “Dear, you do know about soulmates, correct?” You sighed, slowly nodding your head. “Nana, you know I don’t believe in-” Your grandmother shushed you, cradling you in her arms making you set the journal down on your grandfather’s messy desk.

“Just let me speak, dear.” She whispered, pulling away yet she still gripped your arms as she gave you a large smile. “You know of soulmates and reincarnation, right?” You nodded slowly, frowning in confusion as her smile grew.

“You know me and your grandfather are soul mates, yes?” You nodded, sighing softly. Your grandparents were one of the few people in the world who met each other long ago and were soulmates, reincarnating together every time they died. “Well… This young lady you are reading about, that’s you.”

Your eyes widened as you laughed, pulling away from your grandmother. “Yeah, right,” you snorted, “and Beyonce is my mom. Nana, just because you were lucky enough to meet grandpa years ago and reincarnate with him, doesn’t mean we were as well.”

Your nana rolled her eyes, scoffing. “When you were reading this journal, what entry did you read?” You frowned, “something about her meeting Philip Hamilton, I guess they were betrothed or something.” Your nana squealed softly, “and do you know anyone by the name of Philip now?”

You nodded slowly, “uh yeah, we have World History and Biology together… Oh shit.”

“Watch your language,” she lectured before shaking her head and smiling again, “dear, next time you see him, talk to him. You won’t regret it.”

Later that night, when everyone else was asleep, you found yourself reading this girl’s journal some more, reading every entry from the first page and so on until you reached the end of the journal, which came to stop in the middle of the diary. There was only one more journal entry after this one:

November twenty-third, 1801.
Dear diary,
I have never met a man more foolish than Philip Hamilton, not even his father could be more foolish than he. This man, my soulmate, my betrothed, has decided to challenge Mr. Eacker to a duel all because he insulted his father. Philip, has always been a man of honor, he was unlike any man I had ever met before. He was sweet and caring like his mother, yet would do anything to protect his father’s legacy. And to make things worse, his father encouraged it. If I weren’t a lady of high respect, I would’ve given them both a piece of my mind. Anyway, I must sleep now, I’ll write back tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Y/n Y/f/n

Your brows furrowed, your eyes were narrowed and you found yourself turning to the next page, desperately needing to know what happens next.

November twenty-fourth, 1801.
Dear diary,
Today, on the twenty-fourth, the love of my life has passed away at the hands of a dishonorable man. I watched as his mother and father screamed in aguish when he passed, I remember feeling his cold lips touch mine one more time before his closed his eyes, finally at rest. “I’ll come back for you,” I remember him promise, which had resulted in me crying, it hasn’t been the same anymore. He’s only been gone for a few hours yet for some reason, it feels like centuries. It feels like my whole entire world has turned upside down… Philip… He was my world. I couldn’t be more thankful for the six years we were able to spend together… The six years I was able to spend with my soulmate. I do hope I get to see him again soon, my heart cannot take this pain much longer.
I’m afraid this may be my last entry
Until next time,
Y/n Y/l/n

You felt tears form, wiping them away so they wouldn’t ruin the already thinning paper, and slowly closed the unfinished book, setting it down on your nightstand by your bed as you let out soft cries at the thought of never seeing him again.

Oh, I do hope I get to see him soon


The next morning, you hopped out of bed the minute you woke up, grabbing the journal as you ran and raced into the living room to find your grandmother waiting. You gently set the old notebook down and ran over to hug your grandmother, the smile never leaving your face as you did.

“I get it, nana.” You whispered as she hugged you back. “I’m going to see him again.” She pulled away from you and smiled down at your warmly, squeezing your upper-arms reassuringly. 

“Go get him, dear. I cannot wait to meet him.”


The next day, you were back in school, desperately searching around for Philip. You finally caught him talking to his group of friends, tossing his head back in laughter. For some reason, it all clicked. You received every memory of you two together and your smile grew as you felt yourself run faster and faster. 

“Philip!” You called, gaining his attention as you stopped a little bit away from him. He stopped talking to his friends and stared at you, his eyes widening as well as he took a few steps towards you, as if all of his memories were coming back as well. He opened his arms and you ran into them, wrapping your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist.

“Y/n…” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You both pulled away and gazed into each other’s eyes lovingly. “It was only a matter of time, my dear.” 

Wonder Boy Part 3

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Okay friends, Part 3! There will probably only be one more part of this story, mostly because I feel like it’s beginning to sound forced. That being said, this is over 4,000 words. It’s fucking long, you guys, I’m so sorry. I’m not quite happy with it, as I’m really really sick today but I wanted to get this up ASAP. I really hope y’all enjoy it, because it took forever to write :)

Warnings: SMUT! If you’re under 18/don’t like sexy time, I have that bit marked off by a line of these fun little squiggles ~~~ Also, there is cursing and mentions of alcohol, so be warned

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“I think he’s up to something,” I said to my friend Cassie about Auston the next week. The free drinks hadn’t stopped, but the apologies had. I had a feeling that he was trying everything he could to keep me from forgetting him whilst also doing his best to be a complete dick. Obviously, he hadn’t gotten the memo that being a dick does not include providing me with expensive alcohol, but maybe he thought if he kept up that he would guilt me into apologizing first. Which I refused to do.

Yeah,” she answered absently, eyeing one of the guys at Auston’s table that I didn’t know. She was not being inconspicuous. “You’re right, something’s stinking in fucking Denmark,”  

“I think you mean ‘Something is rotten in the state of Denmark’,” I provided. Her stare at Auston’s big redheaded friend was broken when she turned to glare at me.

“I don’t think I do.”

“Yeah you do, it’s from Hamlet. We took Intro to Shakespeare together, you should know this,” I was teasing her, but she didn’t seem to think it was funny. Possibly because her target for the night was within earshot.

“Whatever. Go fight with Auston-sorry, I mean Assface- again, I’m sure that’ll occupy your need to be overly critical.”

I couldn’t keep my cheeks from heating up, and I hid my face. I had avoided speaking to Auston successfully all night. I was not about to break my streak. My friend was back to leering at the huge ginger guy at the next table. “Why don’t you go introduce yourself to tall, red, and handsome over there? I’m done with hockey players, that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t have the experience at least once.” I made sure that my words weren’t condescending, I mean, who was I to keep my friend from getting some action from one of the broadest, most broodingly attractive men I had ever seen? “Especially since he looks like he’d be fun.”

“You think I should? I mean…”

“Go for it. I’m sure they’re not all as bad as Auston, as difficult as that is for me to admit,” I laughed a little.

The second she got up I regretted my encouraging her, because Willy and Mitch flashed over to my table like the booth was a magnet. And, judging by the way they were smiling, I knew that something was up.

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Hey guys! Today, I just wanted to share with you how I go about with my bullet journal. I have collected a lot of ideas from Tumblr, Pinterest and Youtube, and this is the format that suits my taste. I hope you guys find this useful or interesting! :)


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1. Index

Of course, most, if not all, bullet journals start with an index page so you can make reference to it in the future. This makes things easier to find and more organized.


2. Habit Tracker 

I track various habits like eating fruits and vegetables, getting 8 hours of sleep, drinking 8 glasses of water, finishing a book, etc. I put numbers in the grids and each number corresponds to a date. If I did that certain task on that day, I will shade in the box.


3. Calendar

This is a calendar for the whole month. Here, I use post-it notes so that it can be easily transferred if the date ever changed. I also use different color of sticky tabs for school, blog and personal life, but the one above is only for blog posts since I don’t have other things to put yet. 


4. Books and Blog Posts

The one above is separated into three columns - “Books I Want to Read,” “In Progress,” and “Finished” - and I used sticky tabs to put the books that I want to read in the month of January on the first column. When I’m already reading the book, I will transfer the sticky tab to the “In Progress” column, and then to the “Finished” column when I finished reading the book.

On the bottom part of the page are the blog posts that I plan to post in January, and it’s also separated into three columns - “To Do,” “In Progress,” and “Finished.” I also move them to the appropriate columns when the task changes status. 


5. Expense Tracker

This is where I track my expenses for the month. In the first column, I put the item that I bought. In the second column, I put the date, and in the third column, I put the amount.


6. Weekly Spread

This is where I put my everyday tasks. So first I put the date, and then the bar below that tracks the number of glasses of water that I drank that day (left) and the number of hours of sleep that I had the night before (right). Then after that, I proceed to my to-do list, and I shade the box different colors once the task is done for school, blog and personal. Below that, most of the time I put 1-2 sentences about the highlights of my day.


7. Weekly Mementos

To the left of the weekly spread are the mementos that I collected throughout the week. These are mostly receipts, tickets, stubs, and any other thing that I think might be worth putting in. 

here’s my one and only version of the keith shovel talk pls enjoy

“Hey Keith, wait up!”

Keith slowed and looked back as Hunk caught up with him and watched as he caught his breath.

“What’s up? Something wrong?” he asked.

Hunk shook his head, “No, no, nothing drastic. I umm. I just needed to talk to you about something. It’s about Lance.”

Immediately Keith both tensed and melted internally at the thought of the blue paladin. Their relationship was new and fresh and just bringing it up made Keith feel warm, his stomach making tentative somersaults.

He cleared his throat, “Ok. What is it?”

He hoped his face didn’t give away the gymnastics happening inside but by the look Hunks face, it was obvious he was fooling no one.

Hunk smiled and continued, “Look dude, you and I both know I’m you twos biggest fan. I rooted for you guys from the beginning and if Lance hadn’t confessed to you when he did, I probably would have done it myself. You guys have your differences but you also bring the best of out of each other. And I see how happy you make each other too, even when you’re arguing about the stupidest things, it’s kind of disgustingly cute, bro.”

Keith felt his face get hot with every word and a part of him wanted to jump out of an airlock while the other glowed with pride.

“Umm thanks, man, I think. I uhh….I think so too honestly.”

His friend nodded but then Hunks expression dimmed, an air of seriousness suddenly crackled around him.

He placed a hand on Keiths shoulder, “That being said. Lance is my bro. He’s been my best friend since day one at the garrison and like my brother. I look out for my own.”

Keith widened his eyes, “Oh. Hunk, you don’t have to worry, I’d never hurt him.”

He shrugged, “I know, you’re my friend too and believe me, I gave Lance the same talk I’m giving you cause I think of you as family.”

Keith had no time to feel touched as Hunk threw and arm around his shoulders and tightened, slightly, giving Keith a taste of that hidden strength his usually gentle friend seems to always hide.

“But still, I have to tell you. If you hurt Lance, I’ll be disappointed in you, but I’ll still be your friend. That won’t change. Plus, Lance is more than capable to make his own decisions and deal with any consequences.” Hunk gave him a sunny smile but Keith felt there was a ‘but’ coming up. That, and Hunk had yet to let go of his neck.

“Umm, I’m glad to hear that. Is there anything else?”

His huge, gentle, terrifyingly strong friend looked pensive and then said, “Yeah. One last thing. Even though I say Lance is more than capable of handling things on his own, I should warn you. If he gives me the word, I will have to destroy you.”

Keith blanked out. “……. so…….. you’ll beat me up?”

“What?!” Hunk shouted as he leaped back, “No man, I’d never hurt you like that. Geez. I’m not an animal. I’ll just tell everyone all your secrets you’re hiding.”

“Ohhkaay…. good luck cause I don’t have any secrets. The only one I had I basically told you all the moment I found out,” Keith snorted, a wave of relief washed over him from finally being let go.

Hunk shook his head, “Nah, not those kinds of secrets. I mean real, embarrassing, life ruining stuff that you only think about in the dead of night. You know, things you might keep in say, a red leather bound desert journal?”

Keith gaped same spluttered, “Wh-wha? Hunk! That’s my private journal!”

Hunk put up his hands in innocence, “It’s not my fault you kept that thing out in the open where anyone could have picked it up and read it. But hey, don’t worry. As long as you never hurt Lance too badly, those secrets will be taken with me to my grave. Cross my heart. Deal?”

Keith scoffed but he couldn’t keep the small smile from forming, “Yeah, ok, deal….. You know, I always thought Pidge was the sneaky one. But I get the feeling you’re a lot more dangerous than you let on.”

Hunk shrugged once more, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Good talk, bro. See you at dinner!”

Keith watched his friend walk away, a mixture of impressed, intimidation, and affection curled into his gut. He suddenly felt the strong urge to go hug Lance for a very, very long time.

wannabehipbro  asked:

Oooo girl! Writing Prompt 93. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” & 41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” please!!

I think I got a little carried away with this one lol but here it is x

93. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”



You huff out a breath, and roll your eyes when you spot the smug green-eyed boy with your circle of friends. “What is he doing here?” You thought. You approach your friends and smile at all of them except the person you desperately wanted to be at least fifty-feet away from, at all times. You roll your eyes when your gaze meets his, and he does the same.

“Oh, let go of this childish feud, you two!” A girl in the group criticizes and shakes her head. You hear a few mutters of agreement among the Cheshire-born lads and ladies.

“Only if he’d apologize.” You mutter under your breath, hoping it would have gone unnoticed, but realize that it definitely had not when you hear a scoff from him.

“‘ave yeh lost yo’fucking mind?” He jeered at you in disbelief. Your eyes snap up to meet his and you raise an eyebrow at his inquisition— As if to say, “What?” His face is one of astonishment as he slowly shakes his head. In his mind, he had absolutely nothing to apologize for— It was you that should apologize.

“‘M not apologizin’ fo’ shit. I didn’t do anything worth apologizin’ fo’.” He states, appalled that you had even suggested it to him. You angrily shake your head as your mind drifts to the scene of that night.

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First Best Friend

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1743

Warnings: Little Angst, nice fluffy ending.

A/N – this is for @jared-padaloveme ‘s Fluffy Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday Juju! With the prompt/trope → “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious.”

The first time you met Sam Winchester, you were only a little munchkin. You barely remember but your mom had taken pictures. They were kept in your memory box, stored deep inside your closet, hidden under a few old sweaters that don’t fit you anymore but you refuse to throw away.

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Violet

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She always had her journal and a pen latched in her hand as she walked in. My eyes always amazed on how someone is always at her beck and call, I mean look at her. The way her hair curls down her back, her hips sway as she avoids bumping into people in the hall, everything about her was so pure. The mix of innocence and sweetness excited me, like she has never heard of a bad word or even said one. She walked to her normal spot in Pius, seat just right to get the amount of sun and warmth, and shadow needed. I liked her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Her skirt rose more just because the way her hips were, and I am not complaining. 

The pen tapped her glossed lips as she thought on her new entry. I could smell her sweet Daisy perfume from across the room. She smiled at me when she saw me, like she knows exactly at this time I’m here, waiting for her. “Hi Calum.” She greeted in her soft voice setting the pen in-between the pages of her journal. “Hey, Violet.” I smiled back. “Out of all people, I never would’ve expected you to be this, fascinated in someone.” She giggled as if it were the funniest thing in the world. “I just like that you have such a desire to write, it is quite fascinating,” I winked causing a deep red to spread across her cheeks. She waved for me to come sit by her, and so I did.

“Since you’re so fascinated that I write, take a look.” She turned a few pages back, letting me read on whatever her mind pondered on.

February 23

I notice all your features. I notice how blue your eyes are, and when they become darker as you become frustrated. how your smile is bright and teeth are white. i notice the way your hands grab the pen you hold when you write and how concentrated you look when doing it. i notice everything it;s scary, and i hope you notice me

your mind is a storm. sometimes it’s dark and scary, the other times its light and beautiful. i wanna know what goes on inside there, what’s its like to think. you have never imagined how one word can mess me up. no matter if it’s an “insult,” or compliment. everything you say comes and stays in my mind and i can’t get rid of it. it burns in my brain and makes my head hurt. i never understand what you say if it’s true or just a joke. i just hope it’s out of care.

i cried over you again today. i cried over how much you hurt me. i cried over how much i wanna yell and scream at you. i cried over how much i want you to love me. i cried how i want you to give me answers on us. and it sucks because you talk to all these other girls yet I’m the one who you hurt the most because whatever you say I’m processing in so many ways and then you say I’m joking, i wanna yell because thats not what you made me feel 2 minutes ago…

She must of noticed on how I got caught up in this because she covered the rest of it with her hands. “That’s enough for today.” She said, her voice was full of sadness. “Violet, I never knew how deep you were.” I exhaled. She half smiled, “It’s a blessing and a curse.” I stood up, grabbing her hand. “C’mon I wanna take you some where I think you’ll like.” I laced my hand with hers, surprised she didn’t let go, but rather caress her fingers in mine. I led her to a spot behind the park that had a bench looking onto a lake. “I come here when I feel sad.” I let go of her hand, going to sit on the bench. She quickly followed me, sitting down clutching her journal with her. “It’s beautiful Calum,” She smiled up at me. 

I wrapped my arm around her as she nuzzled into my chest. “You always seem to fascinate me Violet, rather it be writing or sitting in Pius working on homework.” I spoke her. “I don’t understand why Calum, I’m just an ordinary girl.” She giggled. “You don’t seem normal to me Violet,” I took her chin in-between my fingers. Her eyes glazed over mine, flickering to my lips back to my eyes, mine did the same. I found myself leaning in to kiss her plump lips, and she did the same. Our lips intertwined with each others, and I could taste the peach gloss she always sported. We pulled back after a moment, “Who hurt you?” I asked. She sighed, “It’s a long story, I’m not sure you’d want to hear it.”

I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “I have all the time.” She perked up a bit, “Well, my dad abandoned me when I was maybe 10. He left me for weeks with barely anything to eat or drink, so I mostly wandered the streets. I never met my mother, my dad told me she wanted nothing to do with me since I was born, and then my dad and I never grew found of each other. So, I live with my Aunt. She took me in after she saw what my father has been doing to me. I’ve always been scared to be loved or love anyone. Once I got to high school, I met this guy, Josh. I thought he was the one, and I liked him for so long that he eventually gave in and we dated. Once we got to graduation of Senior year, he told me the whole thing was a dare and that he would never love someone like me because we were too “different” and that really broke me. And those writings you read, were about him. It still hurts Calum.” Tears filled up her vision, and she looked down too scared to face me.

I wiped away the tears on her cheek, tilting her head up a bit, “No one should ever feel hurt like that, do you hear me? Violet, I’m so sorry.” She smiled. “It’s ok Calum, I’ve heard the pity and I don’t need anymore of it. Thank you for bringing me here, I needed someone like you.” She looked up at me. “This is why you fascinate me, I never knew.” I kissed her forehead. “It’s really fine. If you really want, we can go back to my place.” She offered. “You think I’m gonna let some pretty girl like you walk alone, you’re not getting rid of me.” I told her letting her stand. “You’re such a dork,” She smiled.

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After watching four movies with Violet, I’ve learned a lot about her. Her music ranges from Blackbear to One Direction, her favorite color is white, her favorite book is Milk and Honey, and countless details that I’ve come to love. “I can’t thank you enough for actually spending time with me Calum, it means a lot.” She looked up at me. “You know I would love to do anything that involves you.” I smiled. Her room was more girly than I expected it to be. The walls were white, decorated with pictures of her and her friends. Her bed was white, and the duvet was grey with blue pillow accents. She had a full length mirror that had motivational quotes along the edges, along with her makeup vanity that held everything a girl could ever want. There was a white fuzzy rug that coated the wood floors. “Again, you fascinate me.” I said, pulling her into me. “Again, I don’t see why.” She giggled.

“Violet! Ven por favor!” Someone called from downstairs. “Oh, that’s my Tia. I’ll be right back.” She broke herself from my embrace. “Hola, Tia. Que tal tu día?” I heard her ask. “Ay, good. Quien esta arriba?” “Calum,” She replied. “Quien?” “Un momento.” I heard Violet walk up the stairs. “My Tia wants to see you.” She smiled. “I never knew you were Spanish.” I said, following her down the stairs. “There’s still a lot you have to learn about me Calum.” She winked. “Tia, esta es Calum.” Violet introduced me. “Hola, Calum!” Her Aunt greeted. “You can call me, Sarah.” I casually waved. “Preguntarle si quiere quedarse para la cena.” I find this fascinating. “Do you wanna stay for dinner?” Violet asked. “Sí gracias.” I said. Violet laughed at my basic Spanish skills.

We headed back up to her room. Violet sat on her clear chair with a white pillow that was set at her vanity as I sat across from her. “I never knew you were Spanish.” I said, again. “Yeah, my mom is from Spain, and my dad is from Chile, so I have some Spanish decent in me. I grew up speaking it, and my Tia goes back and forth speaking it, you’ll notice it.” She said. “So is Violet your real name?” I asked. She shook her head no, “It’s Francesca, but I didn’t like the idea of being called Fran, and Violet is what my Tia called me from when I was little because she didn’t think I looked like a Francesca.” She said. “Fascinating, again.” I said. She threw a pillow at me, “get a new word!” “Violeta, Calum cena está lista!” Sarah called. “Let’s go eat!” Violet got up and headed to the kitchen.

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“Thanks for everything today Calum, I had a good time.” Violet broke the silence. “I’m never leaving you, I hope you know that.” I told her. I could feel her heart race when I said those words. “Is everything going to go back to normal tomorrow? Me sitting in Pius for hours and you being adored by everyone?” She asked. I sat up pulling her in between my legs, “Are you kidding me? Violet, the moment I saw you, I liked you. And why you fascinate me is because you’re so strong, you know what shit to get done, you’re everything a girl wants, and so much more to me.” I said. She smiled with small tears falling onto her cheeks, “I’ve never been told anything like that before.” I kissed her, making her feel wanted. Her dainty hands wrapped around my neck as I pulled her into my lap. My hands rested on the skin under her sweater. I felt Violets hands grip the fabric of my tee-shirt, my arms reach over to pull her hands away. I shake my head before speaking up, “No, don’t. Tonight is all about you.”

“Just tell me to stop if you want,” I assure her. She smiled, taking her sweater and pulling it over her head. Her breasts spilled out in her white lace bra. “God you’re beautiful.” I told her. “Have you ever been touched here?” I asked her sliding my hand between her legs running my fingers over her cotton panties. The touch was bold but I could tell she liked it by the way her eyes glazed over. She shook her head no. “I never knew how to ask.” My eyes feel to her bare neck that I could easily cover in purple marks. “Well that’s a shame.” I moved my hand back feeling the heat and the little wet spot forming. “I bet you’re sweet.” I whispered looking back up at her. “I guess you’ll have to find out.” She winked. Fucking hell this girl.

I began rubbing circles on her clit, “God I can feel your pussy getting wet.” “Oh my God Calum don’t say that.” She gasped covering my mouth. “That word is degrading.” She whispered. “Well from what I feel down here, it seems as though you like when I say pussy.” I added pressure to my fingers. She moaned at the contact. “What are you doing to me?” She moaned. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” I whispered. To me her body was like a goddess, her hips nice and curvy, her breasts perky and big, and her ass god I can’t get enough of her. I tapped my fingers on her juicy bottom lip, “Suck.” I ordered. Violet gladly took my fingers in her mouth, coating them. She slid her panties down her legs, her wetness glistened. My finger curled inside her. “Do you think I can add another finger?” I cooed taking her bottom lip between my teeth. “Please.” She whispered before pressing her mouth to mine almost immediately running her tongue along my bottom lips to ask for entrance. She moaned hotly in my mouth when I pushed a second finger inside her. It was a tight fit, but I made it work. “That feels so good.” She moaned with a shaky breath before I sucked on her bottom lip. I quickly discovered my obsession with her mouth. It was just so tasty and pretty to look at.

“Calum, what are you doing to me?” She moaned. “You’re just about to orgasm babe.” I told her, sucking purple and black marks on her neck. “Oh my god, it feels so good.” Her sweet moans filled my ears. “C’mon girl, you can do it. Cum all over my fingers.” I said. Her body shook as her orgasm took over her beautiful body. Violet’s breath was heavy as she pulled up my shirt. “I’ve always found your tattoos attractive.” She said, tracing the inked skin. Her nails raked down my arms making me groan. She began undoing my belt buckle and unzipping my pants. “You’re gonna have to help me because I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before.” I moaned at the way the words came out of her mouth. She dropped to her knees, “It’s so hard.” She whispered struggling to get the zipper down. After she finally got it down, her warm hand dipped into my boxers firmly gripping my cock. Pre-cum was smeared all over the head. Without me saying a single word she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock licking it off.

“Fuck.” I swore throwing my head back. Her tongue ran down my length taking as much of it as she could. “Teach me.” She said, running her lips to the head of my cock. “You’re doing pretty good without me.” I said. She smirked a little to herself, taking my cock in her mouth again. Her hand came up and began stroking immediately. “Look at me.” I instructed. Her eyes looked up at me. She sucked hard starting to bob her head up and down starting to get the gist of giving head. She hummed around me keeping her tongue on the under side. She continued to suck on the tip and stroke the rest. “Shit Violet.” My hands ran through her hair, guiding her up and down my cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum Violet.” I moaned. Her actions sped up, her hands working with what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. “Such a good girl.” I said. I grab her chin, making her face my eyes.

Her eyes were locked on mine and I pulled her on the bed. “Now what can I do?” She asked, almost oblivious to what just happened. “You know what else you can do? You can come up here and let me feel that beautiful pussy around my cock.” I said, my voice filled with lust. “Good, ‘cause I want you like crazy.” She smiled before kissing me. Violet laid back on her bed, ready. I towered over her, drinking in her body. “You ready baby?” I said, positioning myself in front of her entrance. “Always.” She said. Her hips grinded with mine. “God, Calum.” She moaned. One of her hands held onto the head board as the other held onto my bicep. “Fuck Violet, you feel amazing.” I said picking up my speed. “Shit, whatever you keep hitting, feels really good.” Her mind was going into a frenzy. Her moans sounded like music to my ears. None of her quiet self, it was much more vocal. “Calum, I’m gonna cum.” She moaned, her back arching slightly as I continued to hit her g-spot. Her nails raked down my back, filling up with euphoria.

“Come on pretty girl, cum for me again. Cum all around my cock,” My words edged her on. “Oh my god, oh my god!” She yelped. “Atta girl.” I moaned, feeling her walls clench around me. The pleasure was too raw. “Fuck,” I moaned pulling out of her. “I didn’t expect that.” She giggled. My hands massaged her breasts, her humming. 

“You’re gonna be my favorite prized possession.”