its a great poem though go read it and have feels

Dear future daughter,


I wanted to write this as a sort of time capsule, so that you would know how your mother was at sixteen and what I expect of you as my daughter.

I love music and singing, and I expect I’ll put you for music classes early on, unless you don’t like singing and composing which is completely okay.
You can quit and join karate or anything you want.
I won’t force you, instead I’ll let you find your own path in life, like my mom let me.

You wanna ride horses? Cool. I liked that too.
You wanna go for kickboxing and learn how to defend yourself? Cool.
You wanna do ballet and enthrall the audience with your magnificent coordination? Amazing.

Anything you want to do babe, I am hundred percent right behind you.

I am big on reading as well, and this may sound odd, but unlike dancing or singing, I would very much adore it if you loved reading as much as me.
I will introduce it gently of course, by telling you adventure stories I wrote for you, about bears and fairies, and any thing you like.
Then I would introduce all sorts of new books, the same ones my mom introduced to me,Malory Towers, St. Claires, Tin-Tin’s, Secret Seven and so on.
If you don’t like reading, I understand.
I hope you do, though.

I am really sorry but you may or may not have my acne.
I am so sorry, I know how much you suffer trying to talk to that cute boy who’s the next Zac Efron, or how hard you try to cover it up.
Or how much you cry over something that someone said about your skin.
I wish I could change things in that department but I can’t. You have combination skin just like me, and it only gets better everyday, and soon enough a beautiful sense of maturity and compassion will bloom, like those Violets you adore.

You might deal with a lot of appearance issues, and trust me, even all the way back in 2017, we still have them.
Let me tell you this, your weight is just the relationship you have with gravity.
It doesn’t define your intellect, beauty, the amount of love you can give to the universe around you.
W=m x g
That’s all weight is.
So eat that pizza, gobble that pancake and never starve yourself.
I am not saying don’t be healthy and exercise, oh no, but its okay to be kind to yourself once in a while.

Career.
Tricky.
I am not going to say I am not going to behind your grades, or behind you to keep them up, but I will give you a chance to improve if you mess up, which you will and thats okay.
That’s life.
To me, do what you love.
Do something that keeps you happy, something that keeps you interested.
Do something that makes you excited to walk into work.
I hope I am doing the same honestly.
To me, education is not just about books and grades, and the colleges you get into.
I’ve probably taken you to so many places in the world, and all that you’ve learned, all the food you’ve eaten, all the cultures you’ve experienced, that is what you have truly experienced. Of course, it won’t pay your bills and it sure as hell won’t help you get to college, but it will make you better citizens of this earth, better human beings, more accepting, less judgmental.

Love.
Oh my, honey, you are going to fall so hard.
For a broken boy with broken promises.
With the talented singer.
With the most popular boy in school.
With someone half way across the world.

In the end, after everyone, you will realize you don’t need to settle for someone who makes you feel terrible about yourself, you just need someone who treats you like the princess you are.
Trust me, its not the prettiest or the most popular that gets to be the keeper of your precious heart.

Of course, if you decide you don’t want to be in a relationship, that’s great.
You’re a strong independent woman who doesn’t need anyone to tell her how downright amazing she is.
(feminist alert! haha)

Trust me.
They are going to break you, shatter you, make you feel like you can never love again.
You will love again though.
Again and again.

(You can change the genders above to suit you)
I expect by the time you are old enough to realize who you love, who you’re attracted to, it won’t matter.
I hope for Goodness sakes, we live in progressive times.
If we don’t, I will love you no matter what, if you’re bi, demi, gender fluid or anyone.
I will love you the same.
Coming out will be the easiest thing you will ever have to do, I promise.

Religion
Well, I am an agnostic, but if you decide that you want to follow a religion I will allow it.
Preferably Hinduism because that would make my mom and dad, (your grandma and grandpa happy) but if its Buddhism, Christianity or any religion, be my guest.
Explore, decide and tell me.
I will respect you if you decide to believe in a higher power, because I think that takes a certain amount of strength.

I might get mad at you, scream, cry and you have to realize I am not perfect.
Far from it.
I just want you to be a nice, respectful and loving human being.
Your grades and talents are secondary to me.
Sure I might not buy everything you want me to, but I promise I will provide you with everything you need.

I need to leave now, but it’s been great getting to know you,
this is sixteen year old me signing out.

first time | jeff atkins imagine

request: i seriously had so many requests asking for jeff x reader’s first time, so here you go, loves.

**note: this imagine obviously contains smut.

your p.o.v ━

you were currently walking over to your boyfriends house, bobbing your head to one of lana del rey’s songs. your boyfriend, jeff atkins, rang you up late afternoon, asking if you wanted to come over and study since his parents would be visiting some old friends that night.

you happily agreed, excited to finally see your boyfriend since this week in school had you both extremely busy.

you finally made it to his house, knocking three times on the hard door and waiting for someone to answer.

“hello, y/n. it’s so great to see you again, come in,” jeff’s mother said, stepping aside with a smile. “thanks mrs. atkins, it’s nice to see you as well,” you smiled warmly back.

“jeff, honey! y/n is here,” mrs. atkins yelled, shutting the door and nodding her head at you to follow her. you both made it into the living room, both of you hearing jeff’s heavy footsteps thumping their way downstairs rather quickly.

mrs. atkins turned towards you, a small smile on her face. “would you like something to drink or some snacks for studying?” she asked.

“um, a water would be great,” you said politely.

she nodded, making her way into the kitchen. you notice jeff stop at the last step, looking at you with bright eyes. “hi love,” he said, walking over to you, then leaning down and pecking your lips gently. “i missed you,” you whispered, your lips forming a small pout. he chuckled, leaning down and kissing your nose which made your nose scrunch up.

“i missed you more,” he said deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.

“here you go- oh.”

you pulled away from jeff instantly, making him release a huff. “mom,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.

you turned your head around to see a blushing mrs. atkins, holding a bowl of chips and two water bottles tucked underneath her arm.

“sorry, i just.. here,” she said, a knowing smile on her lips as she handed you the bowl and jeff the two water bottles. she eyed the both of you curiously, earning another groan from jeff.

“your father and i should be leaving in five minutes,” mrs. atkins said, making her way over towards jeff and giving him thirty dollars in cash. “this is for dinner. will y/n be spending the night?” she asked with twinkling eyes.

“thanks mom, and i guess if you want to?” jeff asked, looking towards you with raised eyebrows.

“oh, um, i didn’t really bring a sleeping bag,” you mumbled, a blush covering your cheeks. “it’s alright, you can borrow some of my clothes,” jeff winked, causing his mother to clear her throat.

“it’s okay, i can just ask my mom to come pick me up later-”

“nonsense, you can stay if you would like y/n,” his mother said kindly. you nodded, “thank you… mrs. atkins.”

she nodded, “now get to studying you two,” she said sternly, a small snort escaping her as she walked away.

jeff huffed, annoyance written all over his face. “your mom is great,” you told him, making your way past him and walking up the stairs.

“yeah, but she can be a little over the top,” jeff sighed, walking behind you. you both made it inside of his room, you instantly walking over straight to his bed and sitting down, popping a chip in your mouth.

you saw jeff close and lock the door, making you raise a eyebrow.

he looked over at you with a cheeky smile, “what?”

you shook your head, “shouldn’t you leave that open?”

he frowned, “why? my parents won’t be home anyways,” he said, making his way over to his bed and sitting down next to you. you noticed his history textbook thrown across his bed along with his notebook.

“i’m glad you’re spending the night,” jeff suddenly said, making your eyes snap up to look at him.

you never spent the night over jeff’s house, nor did he ever sleep over at yours, even though you both had been dating for almost six months. it was strange, but your parents would never allow a boy to sleep with you in your room and you were always shy to sleep over at jeff’s house.

“i’ll have to call my mom up and tell her i’m staying with a friend,” you said, putting the bowl aside and grabbing jeff’s history textbook. “alright,” jeff said, scooting back and watching you with curious eyes.

“so, what section should we start with?” you asked, kicking your shoes off.

it was about a hour later, and you were reading a small section from the history book to jeff so he could copy down notes.

though, jeff had other plans.

jeff’s head was currently leaning on your shoulder, and little snores were escaping him making you roll your eyes.

you knew he was playing, but it made you grumpy. “jeff,” you sighed, pushing his shoulder slightly and hearing him moan deeply.

your eyes widen, your face heating up as you pushed him again, making him whine your name.

“what?” he asked sleepily, lifting his head up and looking at you.

you looked up at him, and cursed him silently as he was still freaking taller than you even while sitting down.

“you fell asleep,” you said blankly. jeff smiled lazily, “i know, it was a power nap y/n.”

you snorted, shoving the book into jeff’s lap and making him release a pained groan. “what was that for?” he breathed.

“for not paying attention,” you spat, getting up and walking over to your boyfriends desk. you looked down, seeing all of the love notes and poems you had gave him stacked into a neat pile.

you smiled instantly, picking one up and reading it. you put the paper against your nose, smelling deeply. you could smell the faint scent of your perfume on the paper, making your eyes flutter close for a moment.

“it’s one of my favorites that you wrote me, that’s why it’s on the top,” jeff suddenly whispered from behind you, making you jump.

you turned around to face him, seeing his hair slightly messy and his eyes heavy. you admired him, your eyes focused directly on his.

“what are you staring at?” jeff asked you, his head tilted slightly in question. you shook your head, “nothing, i was just… admiring you,” you trailed off, walking back over to his bed.

you flopped down on the bed, laying sprawled out across it. you felt the bed shift slightly, seeing jeff crawl his way on top of you making you roll your eyes. “what are you doing?” you asked him, feeling him lay completely on top of you.

you were squished underneath his weight, though he used his arms to push himself up so he wasn’t crushing you completely.

suddenly, he leaned down and started slowly kissing your lips, earning a small surprised gasp come from you. you kissed him back though, opening your mouth as you felt his tongue trying to pry its way inside your sweet mouth.

your tongues fought each other, each exploring each other’s mouth, as jeff’s hands started to roam at your sides.

jeff moved his lips, trailing them to your jawline and down to your neck, before sucking rather harshly on your sweet spot. you released a content sigh, tipping your head back and letting him do as he pleased.

your neck was already marked up prior to him sucking on your neck, being as jeff was the type of person to mark his lover, meaning you.

he liked leaving marks on you, passion marks of course, but he liked seeing them later on and knowing that he was the one to have made them. you didn’t mind, you loved looking in the mirror later on and seeing the deep marks your boyfriend made while in a heated moment of passion.

though, you and jeff never did anything besides heavy makeout sessions, being as you were still a virgin and very shy when you both brought up the topic about sex. jeff didn’t mind though, he knew you would only go to that stage if you were ready, and even then you were sure he would still be nervous about taking something from you that held such value.

you knew jeff was a total gentleman, and you knew he would wait as long as you needed, which made you fall in love with him even more.

“jeff,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer against you. he looked back up, asking if this was okay and you nodded, before kissing his swollen lips again roughly. he kissed you back hungrily, nibbling on your lower lip.

while his hands pushed himself up, making him break the kiss as he sat back on his knees, breathing deeply. you eyed him, your chest heaving up and down. “what’s wrong?” you asked, a small pout forming on your lips as you sat up along with your boyfriend.

he shook his head, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes tightly. “jeff, baby, what’s wrong? what happened?”

“it’s nothing, love,” he assured you softly, looking at you as he positioned himself to lay back down. “why’d you stop then?”

he chuckled nervously, as your eyes were focused only on his face with a small glare coming from you.

“well… i um,” he trailed off, looking up at the ceiling. “what?” you pressed on, wanting to know if it was something you had done.

“i was getting hard,” jeff said blankly, looking you dead in the eyes.

you blinked, then blinked again, before you opened and then closed your mouth.

it was normal, you thought, trying to process his words. you got horny sometimes too, but you never really noticed jeff get hard from your makeout sessions before. maybe he was just good at hiding it from you whenever the both of you would makeout, though it never seemed to affect him before.

“jeff, it’s alright, really,” you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

he raised a eyebrow at you, “y/n, i’m happy you think so, but i don’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel like you have to do something that you don’t-”

you shushed him by quickly getting on top of him and straddling his waist, then leaned down to press your lips against his again.

you didn’t know what made you do it, but you were sure in that moment that you wanted jeff atkins to be your first and only.

“i want you,” you whispered against his lips, feeling him freeze again, making you giggle. you leaned back, still in his lap, but quickly tugged your shirt off, leaving you only in a lavender lacy bra and a pair of sweatpants.

jeff groaned, seeing you fling your shirt over to the other side of the room, before you bent down and proceeded with kissing him again.

you felt jeff gently grip your shoulders, squeezing them and then rubbing his fingertips in little circles against your shoulder blades. after a moment, you pulled back, looking down at him with big, y/e/c eyes.

“don’t you want me?” you asked, your lower lip forming a pout, making jeff shut his eyes tightly and release a frustrated sigh.

“fuck, y/n, you can’t just ask me things like that. don’t you know what you do to me?” jeff asked you, his eyes snapping open and his face was pure desperation.

you shook your head, tilting your head to the side innocently. you honestly didn’t know what you were doing, all you knew was that you wanted jeff, and that’s it.

you were a year younger than jeff, and even though most teenagers knew about sex including your boyfriend, you really knew nothing besides the basics.

jeff suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist as to hold you close against him while sitting up. “i need you to be sure y/n,” jeff said quietly, his forehead leaning against yours.

your arms were wrapping their way around him, holding him closely. “i’m sure, jeff.”

jeff smiled brightly, then smashed his lips into yours and trying his best to unclasp your bra.

he struggled, his fingers fumbling with the clips as he mumbled curses under his breath as he felt your lips attack his neck.

you found his sweet spot after a moment, biting and sucking on it, making your boyfriend groan deeply. “fuck, fuck, y/n,” jeff said, feeling as you started to lightly grind down against his member.

you pulled away quickly, not knowing if what you did was good or bad. “what is it?” you asked him, noticing his breathing was quickened. “it’s nothing, just.. don’t you wanna go slower? at least let me be the one taking care of you this time.”

you blushed, nodding your head once and rising up off of jeff’s lap, before you sat beside him and looked at him to see him pulling off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. you bit your lip, looking at his gorgeous torso.

“see something you like?” jeff smirked, looking down at you. you rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him rather childishly which made him laugh.

jeff faced you again, then reached out with his hand to cup your cheek, bringing his lips to yours. as you two kissed for what felt like forever, it felt as if something shifted.

the way jeff was kissing you now was slow, and almost teasingly? you enjoyed it, but you also needed air. you pulled away after a minute, gasping down air, your eyes still shut as you felt jeff’s forehead against yours, both of you were breathing each other in.

“i love you,” jeff said, caressing your cheek softly, pecking your lips again. he started leaving wet kisses down your chin, making his way to your neck, and down to the center of your chest. then, he suddenly pushed you down gently on the bed so you were laying on your back, he crawled back on top of you and looked down at you with heavy, lustful eyes.

“i love you,” you gasped, feeling jeff’s fingertips lightly trace your hip bones, making your back arch slightly. he moved his hands to the top of your sweats, looking down at you for confirmation. you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

jeff swiftly pulled your sweats down, leaving your lavender laced panties on. he spread your legs apart, hearing you breathe in quickly. “are you alright, love?”

you bit your lip, nodding your head because you didn’t trust your voice right now.

jeff’s eyes wandered over your face for a moment, before his eyes started trailing down your covered breasts, and seeing the few cute beauty marks covering your stomach, he smiled.

lastly, his eyes stopped at your most vulnerable place. your eyes were focused on jeff’s face, looking at his reactions.

you saw his lips tug up into a tiny smirk, noticing a little wet patch on your panties. you swallowed, seeing his hands gently making their way up and down your thighs, squeezing them slightly in his large hands.

you squeezed your hands into fists, your stomach in knots as you waited for jeff to make his first move.

“j-jeff?” you squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes. his eyes snapped towards your face instantly, raising a eyebrow.

you bit your lip, you heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest any minute if he didn’t do something soon.

jeff suddenly got into position, making himself comfortable as he moved to lay between your legs. his face hovered right above your pussy, his eyes still only focused on your face and noticing your chest was heaving.

it was amazing, he barely did anything, yet he had you like this already.

he moved one hand up and ran it along your heat, feeling your juices soaking your panties already. he moved your panties to the side, getting a full view of your needy pussy.

you choked on air, feelings jeff’s fingers start to rub your clit slowly, almost teasingly. “oh!” you gasped, your body already pressing down against his fingers which made him chuckle and look back up at you.

your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, your eyes fluttering close as your back arched. suddenly, you felt jeff’s warm mouth make contact with your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moaned loudly, feeling jeff hold your legs down as you started squirming.

he continued sucking, then he licked all the way from your wet little hole until he reached your clit again, making you release a strangled cry.

you have never felt like this before, sure your masturbated a few times before, but nothing to this extreme.

jeff moaned against you, and suddenly you felt pressure, as jeff was pressing one finger against your hole. “oh god, oh god,” you whimpered, feeling him push his finger inside you and then slowly pulled it back out.

he started pumping his finger in and out for a minute, getting familiar with your tight heat. you didn’t know what do, as your head tilted back and your mouth was parted slightly, gasping for breath as your stomach continuously tightened.

jeff added a second finger, a groan escaping him as he pulled away from your clit, making you frown from lost. “jeff?” you questioned, your voice squeaky and breathless. “christ, y/n. how are you so tight?”

jeff continued pumping his two fingers in you, trying his best to add a third, then went back to giving attention to your pulsing clit.

“oh, fuck!” you screamed, feeling his tongue flick against you with speed. you were going to cum if he kept doing this, and he knew it. you tried your best to grind down against his mouth, letting out a small cry as he pulled his fingers out of you quickly and gripped your thighs, keeping them in place.

your eyes found his, his eyes were fully dilated, blown from lust, as were yours. your head fell back again, feeling like you were going to cum any minute. your hand made its ways towards his head, and you pushed down forcefully.

you were gripping his hair so tightly, you didn’t even notice the moans coming from jeff as you were a moaning mess yourself. “ooh, jeff, i’m g-gonna-”

that’s when you felt it, your boyfriend shoved his fingers back into you, pumping them quickly, then bit down on your clit. you released a scream as you came, your hips bucking wildly against jeff’s clever mouth and talented fingers.

as you were still on your high, you felt jeff licking up your juices, making a humming noise in enjoyment, making your over sensitive clit vibrate.

he pulled away after a moment, licking his lips, and watching your chest heave. your face was fully flushed, your eyes closed and your body felt like mush.

after a moment to catch your breath, you opened your eyes to see a amused looking jeff atkins, sitting on his knees.

“you’re so beautiful,” jeff whispered, his eyebrows furrowing.

“t-thank you,” you stuttered, eyeing your boyfriend curiously. you bit your lip, about to sit up as you assumed jeff would want you to return the favor, but he lightly pushed you back down.

“don’t you want me to-”

“no, i said i would be taking care of you,” jeff smiled softly, leaning over to his nightstand, which made his muscles stretch.

he dug into his nightstand drawer, making a accomplished sound as he pulled out two things.

a condom and lube.

you swallowed, seeing him place the two things beside you before he got up and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, his eyes locked with yours as he did this.

you didn’t know how jeff did it, but he seemed completely fine with stripping in front of you. you didn’t blame him though, he had a amazing body.

you on the other hand, you were comfortable with your body, but you still got shy showing your boyfriend everything you owned. it made you vulnerable, and nervous.

you and jeff never got naked like this before in front of each other, this was all new. you were excited though, as this was a new experience for you.

jeff never pressured you though, the only clothing jeff had seen you without was your shirt, which he looked away instantly asking if you were done changing. he only ever did what made you feel comfortable, which you appreciated.

you knew jeff wasn’t a virgin, which you both discussed before, him telling you the regretful story of his first time in late sophomore year.

it broke your heart, knowing that the girl jeff used to be in love with just used him to get popular and for sex.

jeff wasn’t like that though, once he was in love, he was totally smitten and would do everything in his power to make that person happy. he was heartbroken, and very closed off most of junior year before senior year and the both of you started dating each other.

he seemed very nervous about asking you out, stuttering his words out, which usually wasn’t like him. he was usually very confident with his words and around women, but with you, you left him speechless. a stuttering mess, as you told him once, making him playfully glare at you.

the good thing was that you both had been very close before he asked you out, you both had trust for one another, and the both of you shared everything now.

jeff finished stripping the last bit of his clothes off, kicking his pants and boxers off.

your heart rate started to beat up rapidly again, as you eyed his long, hard member.

your eyes snapped up towards his face again, seeing him biting his lower lip. jeff made his way between your legs against, grabbing the condom and tearing it open with his teeth, then slid it on his leaking member.

he leaned down, leaning his weight on his elbows and his face hovered above yours for a moment, before he pressed his lips against yours.

your arched your back, your chest pressed against his. you hummed, feeling your tongues swirling around each other’s, enjoying each other’s taste.

you felt jeff reach underneath you, taking a moment again trying to unclasp your bra, which he successfully did this time.

he took it off you, then threw it somewhere, flinging it over his shoulder, totally forgetting about it.

you were both completely naked against each other now, and you could feel his heavy cock poking at your stomach.

“do you want this?” you heard jeff mumble against your skin as he moved his way down to your breasts, suddenly sucking on a perky nipple, making you gasp.

your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him closely. “y-yes!” you said breathlessly, feeling him move to your other breast.

he nibbled on your nipple, then reached up with a hand to play with your other breast, pinching and pulling the harden nipple.

you moaned softly, “jeff,” you whined, your hands making their way into his messy hair, rubbing your fingers through it.

he chuckled against your skin, placing a wet kiss in the middle of your chest, before pulling away. you watched him, observing the way his muscles moved and the way his fingers worked while unscrewing the lid of the bottle of lube.

you saw him pour some onto his hand, then put the bottle of lube aside as he started coating his cock.

he looked down, positioning the head of his cock against your virgin hole, looking up and focusing his eyes on your face. “you ready, love?” jeff purred, asking you one last time if you were sure about this.

you nodded, whispering a soft ‘yes’.

that’s when you felt it, jeff slowly entering you, making you cry out in pain and mixed pleasure. jeff stopped instantly, looking down at you with worried eyes. “are you okay, y/n?”

you nodded your head multiple times to assure him, that yes, you were fine with the whole situation. the only thing you were not okay with was the pain that came with the pleasure.

“it h-hurts,” you whined, taking in quick breaths.

“i know, i know baby. just breathe for me, okay?”

“okay,” you said, nodding for him to continue. jeff continued his way into you, feeling your walls clench around him, making him release a deep, throaty moan. “ooh, fucking fuck,” jeff cursed under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut.

he gave you a moment to adjust to his large size, focusing on his breathing.

he knew it hurt you, and he was doing everything in his power to hold back from pounding into you. “okay,” you said softly, reaching both of your hands out and placing them on his broad shoulders.

jeff slowly pulled back, watching your facial expressions and trying his best to ease your pain by moving one of his hands down and massaging your clit quickly.

jeff started to slowly pump into you, watching as your eyes fluttered close, little moans escaping your pretty mouth.

jeff released a small growl, “look at me,” he demanded, causing your eyes to snap open and release a shaky breath. “j-jeff,” you whined, throwing your head back as he started thrusting into you at a faster pace, but still making sure he wasn’t hurting you.

he bent down, attacking your mouth with his, making you moan in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit in fast circles.

a moment later, you felt jeff hit something, making you release a muffled scream against his mouth. jeff pulled away from your mouth, trailing opened mouth kisses along your neck, biting down almost painfully, which made you throw your head back.

jeff continued to hit that special place inside of you, as he started to pound into you, making you moan loudly. you gripped jeff’s shoulders tightly, feeling him still attacking your neck.

jeff pulled away from you rather suddenly, stopping his thrusts for moment and lifting your legs up and putting them over his shoulder. he then continued to roughly take you, making him release frequent curses loudly as he went deeper inside of you.

“oh, fuck, mmm, y/n!” he yelled, moving one of his hands back down towards your clit, rubbing it quickly. you screamed, bucking your hips against his which made him lose it.

“j-jeff, please!” you gasped, feeling yourself tighten around his cock, before cumming hard.

your high pitched screams echoed throughout his room, feeling your orgasm hit you hard.

jeff continued fucking you, sweat beading on his forehead. a minute later, you heard a loud, drawn out moan escape him. “f-fuck!”

he rode out his own orgasm, his eye squeezed shut tightly and his lower lip caught between his teeth, biting down hard.

jeff slowly came to a stop, keeping himself buried within you for a moment, as he breathed deeply and looked down at you with tired eyes.

you were sucking on your bottom lip nervously, your face felt like it was on fire.

“jeff, was this okay?” you asked him shyly, blinking as he pulled out of you slowly. a lazy smile made its way on his lips, “it was perfect y/n,” he assured you.

he gently took your legs off of his shoulders, placing them down gently as to not hurt you, knowing you would be sore sooner or later.

you watched as he got up off of the bed, walking over to the trash can. you heard a snapping noise, making your ears perk up curiously, before realizing that he took off the condom.

he made his way back over to you and got into the bed, lifting the blanket up and pulling it over the both of you. before you even moved, you felt jeff carefully pull you on top of him, earning a surprised sound from you.

you heard him chuckle softly, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you against him. your head was rested on his chest as the both of you stared into each other’s eyes. “i love you,” you said, pecking his lips.

this earned you a toothy smile from the tired boy, “love you,” he said sleepily, hugging your flushed body against his as close as possible. “you should rest now, love,” he told you softly, kissing the tip of your nose.

“okay,” you whispered, shifting into a more comfortable position, half of your body slung over his, both of your legs intertwined together.

it didn’t take you both very long, before you both were sound asleep, both of you feeling content and very in love.


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i really hope you guys enjoy this, i deleted this imagine and restarted it like six times, i swear. also, my mom finally got me the book ‘13 reasons why’ so y'all already know that means i'ma be binge reading it the rest of the weekend. also, is binge reading a thing?? i don’t know. anyways, enjoy loves!

(sorry for any grammar mistakes, i edited this imagine three times, but if you see any grammar mistakes, just ignore them please!)

Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of my dear followers! You guys are amazing and I love you all. <3 

Quick shout out to my girl @noenoemi for helping me find the cards. They do not belong to me and were found through Google.


Jonathan wasn’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day; though it had more to do with the fact that he rarely had anyone to celebrate with, than the idea of it being a made up holiday for stores to sell overpriced candy and cards to the unsuspecting public.

He dreaded the day, because it just reminded him how horribly lonely he was, and how his romantic life was virtually nil. It also emphasized how deeply in love he was with his best friend, with no hope for the future due to the fact that said best friend was straight, and completely unavailable.

Which is why, when he opened his locker on the tenth of February, he was extremely surprised to find a small red envelope sitting among his books.

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TODODEKU MANIA

Because I’m a Tododeku maniac who can’t stop gushing about this beautiful, wonderful pairing aside from otayuri, it is my civic duty (and because someone out there *coughs*wintermoon*coughs* needs to sleep; aka me lol jk but seriously) to share and spread the love of Tododeku fanfics. At least some since there’s 99 fics in my bookmarks hahahaha

1. Someday, I’m sure, our hands will reach the far-off sun series by MadamRed (WIP)
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Beautiful short pieces!! Even lyrical and fluid passages, it’s nice to tuck in to bed and snuggle into the covers with some warm, fluffy (and possible angsty) fics such as these. (Note: That haircut needs to be canon. Period.)

2.  I Want Some Coffee with a Kiss, Please series by AvaRose (WIP)
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ANOTHER FLUFF EXPLOSION. Coffee AU, need I say more? Yes! Fluff fluff more fluff and wonderful writing style that delivers pining and fluff to the maximum!!

3. Amaryllis by Greenerscreams
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Hanaki AU. Hanaki AU as in vomiting flowers over unrequited love. unrequited feelings as in angst, angst, angst. This has a happy ending, though, so you’ll probably cry in happiness at the end.

4. count your blessings, not your flaws by PitViperOfDoom
| MISCOMMUNICATION EVERYWHERE. It’s written so well, so much, that I cry whenever I read this. It’s gradually, achingly, heartbreaking, but at the end of it all… just read it, it’s really good!! In a way it’s because it’s relatable, and because the way they wrote Izuku-kun and Shouto-kun’s perspectives of the matter are meticulous and every single word used counts. Really builds up the image of the story.

5. centered on you by celestialfics 
| If you like humorous and vivid images of Izuku blushing and bumbling in a dancing class, here you go! Enjoy yourselves as this beautiful Deku tries to waltz.

6. a drop of ink may make a million think by pellucidpilgrim
| Pining! More pining hahaha with sleep deprived Izuku writing a poem (btw, the poem is written by the author themselves!! It’s really good, I swear) and Shouto-kun tucking his roommate and singing him to sleep. It’s beautiful and precious GO READ THIS.

7.  Send Endeavor to the Shadow Realm series by PitViperOfDoom
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Featuring Deku roasting Endeavor behind his back and being good friends (and boyfriend) with Shouto-kun. I feel like this is recommended by a lot so dive in and read!!!!

8. Standing Locust, Forward Fold by mousapelli
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Cute adorkable idiots who still pine from the distance are being set up by the wonderful friends! It’s cute and fluffy and funny all in one!

9. Subscapula by mousapelli 
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Three years into Biology, and words like subscapula are written in my cardiac muscles. Here’s a Masseuse!Deku and an injured Shouto-kun falling for Deku’s smooth smooth words and soothing hands. mhmm.

10. He was dumb enough to die on him by mmok
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Reincarnation AU. Deku dies and Shouto cries. Deku reborns and there’s more angst, more tears, and more angst. Not exactly for sleepy time, but it can be (just that there’s a lot more to gush about this but I’m a bit sleep deprived hahaha). The author did a great job in manipulating this concept into a wonderful work of art (and a great job for bringing me to tears for every single chapter). Character development is well done and is scenes for each chapter are well detailed and well paced. I’d love to read it again (and cry about it for the nth time hahaha).

11. Inconsequential by FlowerPrints (WIP)
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 See that bold font? yea, it’s my ultimate favorite AU. Meet cute with Quirkless!Deku and a Curious!Todoroki at a train station. I’ve bookmarked this the minute I finished the first chapter because it’s beautiful and awesome and AH! The pacing’s well done too. There’s nothing quick about this. There’s this step by step process coming along with the developing friendship between Deku and Todoroki and I’m excited for more chapters~!

12. Wait Time by InsomniacArrest (WIP)
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Interesting AU. There are still people who do have quirks but are not handled through a hero/villain universe, but are handled through suppressors. Mostly the setting is situated in a hospital and Deku, who is quirkless, works as an intern under Yagi Toshinori (All Might), a VIP in the hospital. He meets a grumpy kid who sits by the corner named Shouto, who apparently flirts in the most awkward way possible. His backstory hasn’t been fully covered yet and it’s still at its sixth, but it’s good. It’s reaaal good.

There’s probably more to tackle but I’ll place the others on a second part.

Here are my fics though.

13.  Boku no Hero Academia x Yuri!!! On Ice crossover 
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where in Deku meets Yuri Plisetsky for the first time and mumbles a lot.

14. Cast those sunbeams unto my uncertainty
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where Deku overthinks and Shouto arrives with a flowercrown on his head.

aaaaand that’s it

so read, cry, cry some more, and share.

gonna tag @els-main, @eclair, @madamredwrites, @blameotayuri and @pllsetskyonice since ya’ll know bnha (and if you do love tododeku, read and cry and share)

and @wintermoo-n, go read and cry and sleep bwahahahahaha

Mike was never a big fan of Valentine’s day. To be quite fair, it may have been his least favorite day of the whole year. It was just a dumb day where his sister would rush off to school to be all grossly romantic with her boyfriend and his parents would be out all night on a romantic dinner that left Nancy to babysit both of the younger kids (her form of babysitting consisted of strict homework time, vegetables for dinner, and early bedtime. What fun) and kids at school teased him with insulting fake Valentine’s cards. The upside, if any, was the cheap drugstore chocolate that went on sale the next day, which he raided with his friends as they pooled their allowances together. With Eleven around, naturally, she had a lot of questions, most of which her best friends answered with enthusiasm and great detail. When she asked the dreaded Valentine’s Day question, Mike Wheeler felt his cheeks burning up before his friends could even open their big mouths in laughter or light teasing. To get out of the question unscathed, he quickly threw together an explanation with hearty emphasis on its stupidity and cheesiness, though quite aware of El’s dissatisfied expression. She didn’t press the matter, to his surprise, and they all went on with their month, dreading the lovey-doviness at school on that stupid holiday. As the day rolled around and the four boys locked their bikes onto the rack, Eleven pulled up quickly afterward—little pink bows and heart hairbands that Hopper had affixed into her curls and a wrinkled paper bag in the basket of her bike. She fished through the bag and proudly handed each of her best friends the specially personalized cards she made (construction paper hearts practically dripping in glitter and lace with carefully penned cheesy poetry and sentiments) along with full sized candy bars. Rolling their eyes playfully at the dorkiness, Lucas, Dustin, and Will hugged and high-fived and fist-pumped her in thanks as they ran off to class. For some odd reason, though, Mike noticed her utterly puzzled expression as she looked for his…. “Hey, El, it’s really no problem if you forgot mine. I’m just..uh…happy to spend the day with you. We can go the arcade or something after school,” he said easily, not really paying attention to the eery smirk appearing on her face. Eleven quickly kissed his cheek, shoved a Valentine into his hands, and chased after the boys before she was late to science class. Mike Wheeler was certain in that moment that his entire brain function shut down, as he could barely focus on the heart-shaped card long enough to read the flowy script on the front— “Roses are red, Violets are blue, Eggos are very sweet, But not as sweet as you”

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12x11 “Regarding Dean”

On the “Alice in Wonderland” & “Alice Through the Looking Glass” in “Regarding Dean”

”…cause all the King’s horses and all the King’s men, couldn’t put him back together again…”

-The “Humpty Dumpty” Riddle

I talked about this topic a little bit yesterday already in this post, but was too tired to expand and talk more about all of the references to Lewis Carroll’s “Alice in Wonderland” as well as “Alice Through the Looking Glass” that were inserted in this week’s episode. It was in 10x05 “Fan Fiction” that Maeve, the stage manager described the moment when Calliope started influencing their play with the words “we’re past the looking glass, people” and it couldn’t be a more fitting and more impoortant line in relation to 12x11 “Regarding Dean”, because as much as the 200th episode was about a fictional story and with it it’s characters becoming real, so one major theme of this week’s episode also dealt with the question of reality. And the uncertainty of reality, perception and truth aren’t just topics extremely heavily tackled in Lewis Carroll’s stories, these things also play a heavy and important role in our current reality/society where we are met with “alternative facts” and “fake news” every single day and which it seems Supernatural even if only very slightly is making a comment on. But don’t worry, this is all I am going to allude to here in relation to RL.

What excited and still excites me about this week’s episode is how cleverly and detailed it worked with “Alice in Wonderland” and “Alice Through the Looking Glass” references all throughout the episode. And I refuse to believe all of these are accidental - especially when taking into account how the show made a great effort in making known that Sam and Dean work in Arkansas, which is described as the “Carroll County” (see the 4th gif)

Lewis Carroll, the creator of these stories, in scientific discussion is analyzed as someone who used these stories not only as an homage to childhood, childhood innocence and the sadness about the inevitability of growing up, but he is also understood to have been a writer who tackled a whole lot of philosophical questions on semantics, language and logic in his works. In literature his two probably most famous stories surrounding Alice are described as “non-sense literature”, but if you dig deep you can find a whole lot of sense in it and also a great deal of thoughts about aspects of identity building. And that: growing up and identity shaping have been integral parts of Supernatural during these past few seasons.

Down the Rabbit Hole

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Routine Part Four (Lin x Reader)

Prompt List||Request Something||Masterlist

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)

requested: yes

Prompts Used:

75) “I’m sorry that I slapped you across your stupid face.” “Are you really sorry though?” “No, and it’s probably going to happen again.”

Summary: What to Avoid When Writing a Musical

Warnings: a lot of swearing, teen!lin being a total asshole (the peak of jerk teen!lin so far), reader not dealing with his bs

Words: 3175

People who want to be tagged (for some reason that will never make sense to me): @yayhamletnonstop, @old-manmiranda, @sharkastic-issues, @fangirlwithasweettooth, @nesthemonster, @defenestrate-yourself-please, @randomfruitsofhappiness, @always-blame-jefferson, @itsjaynebird, @just-a-random-fandom-24, @unknown1200, @theselfishllama, @chloehamiltonn, @love-doesnt-discriminate

(for some reason it won’t let me tag @colbertandlin-manuel so can someone tag them please??)

Originally posted by alexanderhamllton


“Hey, Y/n! I have a question!” Lin runs up to you and starts talking as you start to walk home after school on a Wednesday. “So, for this whole ‘what to avoid thing’, what topics are we going to use?”

“Oh, I have a whole list, but it’s at my house.” You point to the dirt path that leads to your neighborhood. It’s the you take every day.

“Oh. Okay, that’s fine I can wait until I come over later. See you then!” He starts to walk in the opposite direction. You mull over a thought in your head, and before you know it, it tumbles out of your mouth. 

“Why don’t you just walk home with me? I m-mean if you don’t want to or if you have something else to do, t-then you can come at the normal time-” You start muttering random things, in the hopes of redeeming yourself from something potentially very awkward, while looking at anything but him.

“Hey, hey!” He tries to stop you, but you don’t recognize it so you continue to mumble words under your breath. “whoa whoa WHOA!” He chuckles at your nonsensical rambling, which cause you to stop. 

“Stop talking for two seconds, please? I mean, I know you like speech but geez.” You glare at him, about to yell a response at him before he cuts you off once again. “Uh-buh-buh. No more talking. You talk way too much. Anyways, I’ll walk home with you, but you might have to wait here while I go to the creative writing room to get my project from my teacher.”

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anonymous asked:

I'd appreciate it if you'd do a post about why genki is so horrible! I kind of have an idea of why since I used both the books and workbooks in my Japanese classes at uni. But now we're using the Tobira Gateway book and it's just... so bad.. I miss genki so much. Do you have an alternative for upper intermediate Japanese language learning and practice? Opinions on both textbooks?

It’s really only something you can use in the classroom. Genki is almost a formality more than a learning resource. Like, yeah, you “learned” Japanese…at least that’s what your two-semester foreign language requisite says on your college transcript. If you finish both Genki books but can’t hold a common conversation, what have you really learned? For self-studiers, Genki is the literal last thing I would suggest learning from.

I hope this doesn’t come off as a rambling rant (and it probably will), but here are some reasons why I dislike Genki:

1. The dialogues are boring and useless. “Hey, what should I get Takeshi-san?” (said by his girlfriend, who is for some reason addressing her boyfriend as -san?) “Well, he wears the same sweater every day, so why don’t you get him a new sweater.” “Oh, good idea.” “What do you think of the sweater?” “It fits perfectly.”
“Our Japanese class is fun.” (Are you using Genki in your Japanese class?) “When you’re gone, I will miss you.”
Awesome. Now I know about Mary and Takeshi’s gifts….but do I know how to actually ask my friend for advice? Do I know cultural context? Honestly, the dialogue just sound like they were written by a student (like me) trying to find the most basic way to demonstrate they know a grammar pattern. Which is cool and all, but outside of the classroom, you’re not going to ask your gal-pal, Sue-san, what you should get your boyfriend, Takeshi-san, for White Day, masu masu masu, desu desu desu….and if you are, Sue-san is probably going to respond to you in more natural casual Japanese you can’t understand, and to her you probably sound pretty boring.

2. Verb conjugations are really not as hard as it’s taught in Genki! You learn things strangely and out of order, and it’s still very formulaic and textbook. All (or at the very least, many) conjugations (sans -te and -ta) have stems from kana vowels and are so much simpler to remember. If you can remember which conjugation correlates to what vowel (and there are only five of them!) then you have 5 different verb forms (and more) already down! Why does Genki teach this ridiculous 7x7 plot chart of verb conjugations as if 1. those are the only ones you need to learn and 2. you have to memorize them all + any conjugation thereafter separately with no point of reference like VOWEL VERB STEMS????

3. Genki most definitely others foreigners. I think the expectation was that foreigners are never going to get to a fluent or native level in Japanese (linguistically or culturally), so let’s teach them this arbitrary bullshit so they can order food at a Japanese restaurant (which you still won’t be able to do, realistically) or ask their host mother what’s for dinner. (Okay, actually, it is designed for college students studying abroad in Japan, which is exactly who I am and what I’m doing…but Genki is still not helpful). Foreigners in Japan have the problem of never really…blending in with society. I know this sounds really bleak, but, uh…. the fact is, you’re always going to be a foreigner. To me, Genki says, “you’re a foreigner, you’re always gonna be a foreigner, and you’re not gonna get very far out here because of that.” Maybe this is just me? But the Japanese that Genki teaches pretty much screams “I took three semesters of Japanese in college and I can’t show shit for them.” It makes me feel like the only future in Japan is becoming an ALT who gets three promotions at most (as a man!). (I mention the gender because in Japan the family ideal is still the modern nuclear family where the everyman devotes his life to his work and his wife has two kids and supports him from the sidelines as a full-time housewife. So, being the cis woman I am, employers will expect me to get married, pop out a couple kids, and retire to be a housewife….in other words, no promotions. Anyway tho)

4. You’d think they’d make new, updated editions to coincide with the times, but Sue-san is still giving Mary-san a cassette for her o-tanjoubi. What about e-mail? The internet after 1999? Text messaging???? Anything that could relate to someone younger than 35? No? Awesome. One sec, I just need to ask my boyfriend Takeshi-san which VHS tape he wants to watch tonight.

5. Mary and Sue sound super gaijin and overtly polite, even for women. Yet, at the same time, not polite enough. Especially when I’m in a store, I want to use softeners to ask employees questions, but all I know is “kore onegaishimasu!” “arigatou gozaimashita!” and the word “chotto” which I don’t even know how to insert into a sentence without sounding….foreign and still not polite enough. Conversely, a lot of the expressions will sound kind of feminine for men. This is a small side complaint but nothing grinds my gears more than hearing Mary use -masu forms talking to her best friend and simply saying “jaa, yakiniku onegaishimasu” to a waiter.

6. Basically, as much as you memorize dialogue, speech patterns, expressions, you will still not be able to speak or use Japanese, and I have most definitely learned this the hard way. I can explain to my sensei that I was late because the train was shut down the night before from a jishin jiko, therefore I didn’t get home until late, therefore I didn’t get a lot of sleep, therefore I slept in, but I still cannot for the life of me say, “aa, samui desu ne!!!,” listen to a response from my friend (which is not going to be, “ee, sou desu ne!” like Genki teaches you), and then respond to it. Like the textbook only got me as far as the initial statement, not the ones that would actually be part of the conversation. I usually just stand there with the dumbest, most clueless expression on my face and say, in English: Sorry, my Japanese is really terrible and I have no idea what you’re saying. Why don’t we just talk in English? :-)

Genki is okay for a resource but please for the love of god don’t use it as your only resource. It’s an…okay introduction to the language (…maybe. If that’s your only choice). They aren’t the authoritative word on learning Japanese (even though we act like they are) and there are so many (better! cheaper!) programs you can use to learn Japanese. I don’t know much about Tobira, but it does seem really textbooky, especially for ‘advanced’ Japanese (I feel like at this stage, you should be having like….actual conversations? with friends?) However, I like that most of the materials are online for free. Also, the kanji readings are easy af but I like that there are some mixed combos with different readings. (this could be good or bad depending on your goal?)

I really (really, highly, bigly, yugely) suggest Marugoto (but that only goes to A2). Tae Kim (which is free!!! on the internet!!!) is great too (although you might have already read it, there’s also a free app that is an ever-flowing fountain of reference). Minna no Nihongo is a little textbooky but still pretty good. Otherwise, look for independent books on specific subjects you’re interested in learning. For example, I bought a really awesome book on Kansai-ben and it’s waaaay more fun, useful, and entertaining to read and learn from.
My hallmate also has this book and when I looked through it, it seemed really hilarious and informative: Reading Japanese with a Smile: Nine Stories from a Japanese Weekly Magazine.

In the case of advanced learners, I mean…..it depends on what you want to use your Japanese for. Textbooks in general just aren’t going to cut it. I would try learning newspaper Japanese (that is, kanji used in newspapers) so you can learn a skill that will continue to help you as you progress. Read short stories + poems too! I like to read through blogs and stuff for informal expressions. This is kind of creepy and weird I guess, but confession: I used to read A LOT of web pages about Japanese serial killers. I know it’s so edgy-true-crime-tumblr-sounding, but it’s a phase in my life and I won’t deny it. What I still wouldn’t give for a copy of “Boy A” tho

Anyway, honestly, most textbooks for language classes kind of suck, so if you want to REALLY learn a language (any language, even English), you have to do your own research and seek out opportunities to use new resources.

がんばって、

アイビー

P.S. I’m not trying to sound super harsh or anything here! I think Genki is alright. I’m using it currently, after all. I just don’t think it’s the end-all-be-all of Japanese learning resources.

♊ danny and philly’s astrological compatibility ♒

DISCLAIMER: First of all, im no astrologer (my mom is though but im not gonna ask her to help me lol can u imagine that conversation?); second of all this is based on their sun signs (other placements may affect their behavior and personality as well if not more than their suns, but because apparently both dan and phil have the same moon as their suns – wtf – they could pretty easily be the stereotype of their sun signs lol but who knowse *coff* wheres my astrology video u cowards!) and astrology isn’t balck and white, astrology is 50 shades of grey; third, this is also based on things I’ve read on both signs and their relationship on the internet, I’ve never read an astrology book in my life! I’ve never even read a book wtf!; and last, this is purely for the sake of entertainment and procrastination (bye college paper); I also don’t know Dan and Phil personally so these are pure assumptions – these words are not be read as “proof” since there’s no fucking evidence of anything here. It’s pure speculation based on astrology, some of y’all don’t even believe that so chill. Don’t take it too seriously, my word isn’t final.

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brick walls

 bughead fanfiction - oneshot - fluff - unbeta’d

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“A house is made of wood and stone
but only love can make a home.”

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When he was younger—even before his parent’s separation—Jughead Jones would sometimes dream of buying a house.

A house where his neighbors wouldn’t blare trashy music at three in the morning. A house where you couldn’t witness its town’s unfavorable group commit illegal transactions in broad daylight while children ran through dilapidated sprinklers nearby, conditioned to view such repugnant behavior as normal.

No, as much as he excelled in epitomizing misanthropy, Jughead wanted white picket fence. He wanted blue shutters and porch swings and okay, maybe not literally—but what he really wanted was the lifestyle it symbolized:

Stability. Family. Home.

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I Think We Have a Connection (C.H.)

College sucks. Everyone says that but like, college really fucking sucks. The university you’re at is great, no really, it is, but it only guarantees housing for freshmen and sophomores. So you’ve been forced to move into an overpriced apartment that’s overcrowded with college kids, way too many of whom like to party when you’re trying to write because, like the idiot you are, you decided to major in English. Yes, you love to write, and read, and study the English language, but trying to go through the creative process is really hard when all you can focus on is trying to figure out whether the pounding in your skull is the bass from the floor above you or your headache.

One upside of living around college students, though, is that everyone in your building is in your age range, meaning cute people aren’t always so hard to come by. And there was this one guy… Calum.

Maybe two weeks after you moved in, your next door neighbor moved out, which was a relief. The guy was a creep and an ass. He would come over early in the morning and ask for the randomest crap, just to see you in your pajamas. The other reason his departure was so nice was that the newest denizen was Calum. And well, Calum was something else. By something else, you mean a god. (And he’s a music major. How hot is that?) If only could get your head out of your ass long enough to form a coherent sentence around him.

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It’s around seven in the evening and you’re working on your latest Creative Writing assignment. A song. You’re not exactly a rhyming genius. To be honest, you hated creative writing until someone told you not every poem has to rhyme. But songs, songs do. Songs rhyme. You sit at your computer, staring at the word document in front of you. So far you’ve got six lines:

‘I once saw a cat
Eating its scat
It was nast
-Y and blast
That
Nasty cat’

Not your best work. At all. Ever. If you could burn your computer without being out nearly a thousand dollars, you would be poking a burning log with a stick.

You’re having trouble with rhyming, right? Okay, what’s a word that has a lot of rhymes. Blue. Pew. Ew. New. Glue. Shoe. Cue. Queue. ‘Queue’ is such a dumb word. Why are there so many ‘ue’s. You only need one. You don’t even need one. Just the letter works. Both are pronounced “Q”. It’s like the ‘ay’ in ‘okay’. Useless.

Like your brain, apparently.

You just, you need a nap. A long nap. Or a break. You could go for a 3 month nap. That’s why summer vacation exists, though. Oh, vacation. How you love vacation. No frustrations, just rest. Hey, wait. Vacation, frustration. Um, motivation. Elation. Imitation. Corporation. Migration. Collectivization. Oh hell yeah, this is it.

‘Collectivization
In our nation
Isn’t good for
Future generation
s

No corporations
Just calculations
One advantage
Is no inflation

Emigration
Deportation
Were the same
‘Cos of Stalin’s regulations

Imitation
In other nations
The reason for the
USSR’s creation’

That is simultaneously the worst and best thing you have ever written. You also have literally no tune for it, but the cadence didn’t suck and it rhymed, so you were going to print it out. If you didn’t come up with anything better, you were going to turn it in too. You print the document, but, as per usual, it doesn’t fucking print. Why does your printer never work? You think it might be the connection between the printer and the computer. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten a wireless one but the stupid salesman convinced you it would ‘work better in the long run’ and ‘all the biggest corporations use them’. You sigh and try printing again, to no avail. You figure you’ll just go to bed and try again in the morning.

The next morning you wake, feeling much better. Until you remember your Creative Writing assignment. Well, those thirty seconds were quite possibly the best thirty seconds of your life. You rummage around your kitchen, looking for some eggs or something to cook up. You quickly come across some old boxed pancake mix, and figure, why the hell not? As you finish cooking and realize that goddamit you’re out of paper plates again, you hear strumming from next door. You sigh quietly, listening to Calum hum a tune.

After a couple of minutes, he strums the guitar again. He pauses, and then begins to strum in earnest.

“Collectivization
In our nation”

Your eyes widen and you nearly drop your pancakes as you sprint across the room, faster than someone in slippery socks ought to on a tile floor. Your hands grapple with the lock for a second before you’re standing in the hall pounding a nervous beat into Calum’s door.

He opens the door, and for just a second you’re taken aback by the fact that he looks absolutely gorgeous in a t-shirt and basketball shorts.

“Um, Y/N? Did you need something?” He prompts, eyeing your pancakes suspiciously.

“What? Oh, er, yea.” Blood makes its way to your cheeks in an embarrassing beet-red blush. “Yea, about that. Where did you get that?”

“Get what?”

“That, well, song, for lack of a better word.”

“Oh! The one about Stalin. Can you hear my music through the wall? I’m sorry about that. I didn’t disturb you, did I?”

“No, no. I was cooking.” You hold up the four pancakes your’re holding. Without a plate. Buddha, Mary, and Allah, you look like a fool. Oh well. “But, uh, the song.”

“Right. Is it yours? My printer printed it.”

“Oh my god.” You groan. “I’m so sorry you had to read that.”

“It’s really not that bad.”

“You don’t have to say that. It really is.”

He bites his lip before conceding, “Yea, it’s not the greatest. So, wait, is all that random shit that’s been printing to my printer been yours?”

“Like what?”

“Lots of short stories.”

“You haven’t been reading those, have you?”

“Maybe just a few?”

God.”

“They’re good!”

“You said that about my, er, song.”

“But those are actually good!” You just sigh deeply. “Do you want to come in?” He asks.

“Yea. Yea, sure.”

“So why are you even writing songs?”

“Creative Writing class.”

“Right. Do you want a plate?”

“Yea, that would be nice. I’m out.” You follow him to the kitchen.

He rummages through the cabinet before pulling out a (not paper! wow, classy) plate and handing it to you. “So… Stalin.”

“Always a conversation starter.” Calum laughs at your comment, and you look down, hiding your blush under the ruse of putting your pancakes on your plate. Your heart flutters, knowing you made this adorable boy laugh like that. “But yea. I can’t really, like, rhyme? And then I started thinking about how I just want to go on like, a fucking vacation, you know? Sorry, don’t mind my language. But, yea, I was just rhyming with the word vacation, and uh, collectivization popped into my head, and apparently I don’t actually care about my Creative Writing grade.”

“It’s unique, undoubtedly.”

“I’m just going to pretend that’s a compliment.”

“No, I’m not insulting you, I swear. Do you want me to help you, maybe? I’m a music major.” (which you definitely didn’t already know that from stalking all of his social media)

“I think I could use the help.”

The two of you spend the morning hunched over various notebooks, music sheets, and his guitar trying to find something that doesn’t suck.

“Okay, are you ready?” He looks up at you from one of the many lyric sheets sprawled about his table.

“Frustration, desperation
They say I need some sort of medication
Situation, no motivation
Destination, permanent vacation”

“Holy shit, I think I love you.” You stare at him in awe, before your mind catches up with your mouth. “In a totally platonic, neighbor kind of way.” You mumble to your chest.

“Hey, they were your ideas, I just put them to music.” He’s not wrong, per se, the pair of you had spent the majority of the morning discussing where the idea had stemmed from - how you wanted a vacation. Still…

“No, my idea was talking about Stalin and the creation of the USSR.”

“Hey! Don’t discount educational music.” You just kind of raise your eyebrows at him and he concedes, “Okay, so it wasn’t great. But this is as much your work as mine!”

“Thanks Calum. I appreciate it. I was thinking though - not that I don’t love it as it is - but what if we changed a couple of the lyrics, just for fluidity.”

“Please.” Calum hands you the lyric sheet he’s been reading off of, and you shouldn’t care half as much as you do when your hands brush.

“Um, what about ‘They say I need some kind of medication’?” You bring your upper lip into your mouth, thinking. “Er- this is an idea.” You look up at him. “If I’ve learned nothing in my Creative Writing class, I’ve learned that people are more engaged when you address them directly. ‘You say I need some kind of medication / Situation, no motivation / Destination, permanent vacation.” You smile up at him.

“I like that, yea. It gives it a rebellious edge, sort of. What if we, like, almost counter-argued that for the next bit?”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Keep the rebellion but sort of go with the classic, ‘I feel like I’m dying, but I’m fine.’”

“Alright, hit me.” You nod. Calum cocks his head, thinking.

“What if we just… go for it.

Hey, I’m doin’ fine”

“Okay, and the rebellion, a sort of ‘I-know-I’m-pissing-you-off-and-I-couldn’t-care-less.” You prompt.

“And, I’m out of line?” He says it more like a question than a statement.

“That has a bit of an awkward cadence…” You trail off.

“Hey, I’m doin’ fine
And I know I’m out of line”

“Yes, perfect!” He exclaims.

“And, okay, a call to action is good in like an essay so, why not?

Let’s sing this one more time”

“It goes
Destination, permanent vacation”

“Yes, oh my god, I could kiss you.” You grin.

He pauses a second, and then, “Why don’t you?”

“What?”

“Kiss me. Why don’t you?”

“Um… I guess…” You look down, fiddling with your hands, “I could?” When you look back up, he’s feet closer than he was a moment ago.

“Would you?”

“Yea. Yea, I would.” And you press your lips to his, but you can’t get a proper kiss in because the both of you are grinning like fools.

“You’re really cute, you know?” He smiles at you. 

You hum in response, and then, before you can stop it, “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you move in.” And you put a hand on his cheek and lock your lips with his.

(Oh, and you got an A.)

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Writers Creed Interviews: @mikefrawley

For our fourth interview, we have had the privilege of getting to know Mike from Florida, USA. Please take a moment to find out all his great stories from work from when he started writing as well as what inspires him and much more. Thank you for participating, Mike! ❤

Writers Creed: Thank you for joining us! We’d like to start off with a brief introduction. Tell us your name and any nicknames and / or cool story involving them (if any) :)

Mike: First of all I cannot begin answering questions before thanking you for this completely unexpected honor and pleasure. As for nicknames, the number one perk of being named Mike is no matter how old I am or ever get, I shall always be a Mikey, and yes I do like that. Michael is actually my middle name, and I’ll spare you the gory details, but that is confusing. I have a much stranger nickname at work, Frank, as in Frank Frawley. For the past fourteen years I’ve worked for the same family owned business, and for reasons yet unknown, one of them has and will probably always call me Frank. It’s now a running joke, and everyone including me when I’m in a good mood finds this hilarious.

WC: Haha that is a great story Mike. We’ll make sure to stick to Mike and not Frank haha. So onto the real writing questions, what got you into writing?

M: I actually started writing at one of the lowest points in my life, and never had much if any desire to write prior to 1999. Fighting a losing battle with addiction, I had chased away love, most if not all of my friends, and totally destroyed a 21-year career. I wrote about 4 poems to pass the time and hopefully keep some of whatever was left of my sanity. Several years later I was able to share one, “Hush” with a severely depressed friend. She loved it and passed it around to everyone else, who also said they loved it, and I was hooked. Thankfully, she’s now an RN, a happily married mother of two, and I’m doing much better as well.

WC: Wow that is a great answer. It is incredible how people are able to turn tragedy into something positive
and in turn also inspire others through their writing

M: People are actually pretty amazing, and when I don’t have my head buried deeply up my behind, I realize, or remember that the true gift of writing is found in the hearts you touch.

WC: Well said, “the true gift of writing is found in the hearts you touch.” 😊 Love that. So what usually motivates you to write? What are the subjects you most touch upon?

M: The motivation like everything else has changed over time. After my first few poems, I started writing to share with my friends at work. Along with enjoying their positive feedback, I totally unexpectedly discovered that I actually loved to write. There are so many thoughts and feelings that I feel I can adequately express only via written words. In our words, we can be actors, saints, sinners, lovers, dreamers, and anything else we can imagine. In its own way, I’ve found writing to be a very liberating experience. Early on, the mostly spiritual books I was reading often inspired me, and of course music, always music. By far my favorite topic has always been love in its many hues, from romantic to tragic to altruistic. A few of my favorite themes are of course pirates, The Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz, God, self-love, and most definitely dreamers.

WC: Lovely answer, just spot on. You have a wonderful point here about how easily it is for us writers to take the role of any character we choose and really go with it. The power to be able to create is fascinating. How long have you been writing?

M: As I mentioned, I wrote about 4 poems in 1999, and for reason I saved them while going through some shall we say pretty interesting times. Several years later when I began sharing them with friends at work, I probably wrote one or two per week at most. You may find this moderately humorous, after a while I started sharing prose on Fridays, and having never heard of prose along with only knowing that a blog had something to do with the internet, I referred to them as Fake Blog Fridays. Since joining Tumblr in December of 2010, and counting whatever I wrote prior to that, I’m “guesstimating” that I’ve written somewhere around 4,000 poems and other types of creative writing.

WC: Haha that is amazing! You know, I think we (all writers on Tumblr who have been blessed with your work) can agree that it was the best thing you did to start writing when you did! ❤
Any strange, interesting, cool stories or experiences happen to you because of the fact that you write?

M: I can’t think of too much other than in my early days of writing at work. I had a readership of about 50 people, and I used to go around each morning whenever I had written a new poem passing them out on company paper, and time. My boss heard about it a few years later, and while shaking his head in disbelief, smiled and said, don’t do that anymore. Also, I’m not generally very comfortable meeting new people, and it certainly was an ice breaker. New employees would often come up to me and ask, “Hey aren’t that poet guy?” Minor though it was, I’m sure I enjoyed the notoriety as the only fish in a small pond.

WC: Cute :) Well now for the last question, tell us a fun fact about you :)

M: Why did they get tough at the end? LOL. For some reason you just reminded me of one of my father’s favorite stories that he loved to share even into old age. His passion was traveling, and as a Marine Corps Officer was allowed 30 days of vacation each year. In a little pale blue Tempest hauling a camper trailer we literally traveled around the country for 3 or 4 weeks once every year. I’ve been in 40 plus states as well as both Canada and Mexico. Yellowstone with its geysers and bears was one of my favorites. Anyway, back to his story. Apparently at least one of my school teachers had called the house expressing her concern over my apparent chronic lying, and when he inquired as to why, she replied, every time we have a geography class and discuss a new location, he says I’ve been there. My father smiled and answered, he has. I can only imagine her expression.

WC: No way! Haha that was epic!

M: I heard that story many times and smiled with each retelling. :)

WC: I can see why. It sure brightened my day.

M: This has been very enjoyable!

WC: Thanks! Well thank you so much for doing this and sharing your soul with us today!

Dating Luna Lovegood Would Include...

A/N : I know I was asked to do Hermione, but I started it, and all I could think about was Luna! I couldn’t help myself. Hermione’s will be up soon, though! 

Originally posted by nellaey

- She’d definitely ask you to be her girlfriend with a proud smile on her face and some kind of carnivorous potted flower she’d taken from Herbology 

- Knowing all kinds of ridiculous facts about things because Luna is always discovering new things 

- Your first date would be a hunt around Hogwarts for a creature from one of her father’s articles and you’d love every second of it 

- Nose and forehead kisses 

- Lots of smiles 

- Defending her against bullies and probably kicking Malfoy in the balls more times than you can count 

- She’d give you lots of little gifts all the time, like keychains and random rocks 

- Bringing her flowers all the time 

- Reading and talking about all the articles the Quibbler puts out 

- Meeting her dad and him being wary at first, but coming around as soon as you ask him about Crumple-Horned Snorkacks 

- She’d love your hair and playing with it 

- Hogsmeade dates 

- Talking about her mom 

- Sneaking out into the forest to go on moonlit walks 

- You’d be a little nervous at first, knowing what lurked in the shadows, but Luna would hold your hand and assure you that nothing would hurt you 

- She’d made peace with every creature in the forest. You’d be in complete awe as she guided your hand down the back of a baby thestral and had tea with the centaurs. 

- Honestly Luna would open your eyes to so many new things, and you’d long to see the world through her eyes 

- Painting pictures together 

- Wearing all the jewelry she makes for you and proudly explaining all the little charms to other people, like the tiny origami mandrake root made from a napkin from your first date, or the string of the tea bag from the first cup she made you 

- Her sitting on your lap and braiding wildflowers into your hair during spring 

- Going to the Yule Ball together 

- Going with her to all the Quidditch games and being the cutest lions there in your matching hats 

- Sometimes being jealous of her friendship with Ginny 

- Holding her hand in the hallways and being extremely proud of your relationship, taking no shit from anyone

- Talking through owls all summer long 

- Luna would love any pet you had, but if it was a cat, she’d always be carrying it around and sneaking it into places it didn’t belong. You’d come into the dining hall one day and see your cat sitting in her lap, lapping soup out of Luna’s bowl as she pets it and kisses the top of its head. It might go home with you in the summertime, but it was Luna’s cat. 

- Her always trying to understand any problems you have and cheering you up with great advice. Luna might be a little “loony” but she’s been through some tough times, and knows what it’s like 

- She doesn’t like saying ‘I love you’. It’s too generic, so she finds other ways to express her feelings for you 

- Dancing to crazy music and giggling 

- Loving her so much

- She’d know every little detail about you, and surprised you with it all the time 

- Strange love poems 

- Always wanting to make her laugh because that soft little giggle after youd dumb punchlines meant the world to you 

- Fighting by her side at Hogwarts and being there for her after it 

- Being in DA with her 

- Finding her shoes

- Sweet, soft kisses 

- Lots of big, tight hugs 

- Camping trips all over the world to hunt down creatures 

- Never doubting each other 

- Knowing all of Luna’s secrets 

- Buying a house together after Hogwarts and living together there forever in complete serenity 

- All the walls would be a different color and there would be strange art and statues all over the place. There would be lots of pillows and blankets and you would drink primarily from teacups, regardless of the beverage. 

- There would be all kinds of flowers planted in the yard 

- Luna would have a huge fish tank full of strangely colored exotic fish that she adored 

- Going on fun roadtrips and making friends with other tourists 

- Having the most magical wedding 

- Luna would be so gorgeous, walking down the aisle with flowers in her air and a flowy white dress barefoot under all kinds of yellow light. She’d have the brightest smile on her face and just uGH

- Getting matching tattoos 

- Just idk loving each other so much until the end of your days and being so happy and pure 

The List

Part Two  The Angst

(but let be real I’m not great at angst so its realy closer to hurt/comfort)

Warnings: brief swearing, breif blood mention. (very little-tiny- anx was over reacting when he got out the first aid kit really) i think thats it but if you need something tagged please let me know. 

The Poem includeed is by Emily Dickinson 

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Patton sat on the couch, chewing his thumbnail. A nasty habit he knew, Anxiety had already swatted his hand away twice, casting worried looks at him.

“Anxiety can I ask you a personal question?” He quickly realized his mistake as Anxiety look at him wide-eyed. “Do you  ever feel hopeless?”

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Books A-Z.

Inspired by @macrolit (<3 !!!).  I’m a political theory and philosophy type, so a lot of my favorite books are really more… Dry social science?  I’m gonna try and confine this to fiction and literary non-fiction/essay and less like… Super long form journalism, or idk early-European state formation à la Tilly (as much as I love it).  Anyway, here goes.

A - l’Atlantida by Jacint Verdaguer.  

This is Catalan epic poetry par excellence.  Among other things, it chronicles the tales of Heracles in the Iberian peninsula and the sinking of Atlantis.  Verdaguer was a significant figure for the Catalan literary movement known as the Renaixença, which revitalized Catalan as a language of literature, politics and philosophy.  It’s an area of research for me, and Verdaguer is easily my favorite poet, so this holds some special charm.  I… Don’t think it’s been translated to English?  But you can probably find it in Spanish.

B - Books v. cigarettes by George Orwell.

My favorite of the Orwell essay collections published by Penguin.  The titular essay is a great, but I also highly recommend “The Privation of Literature” and “How the Poor Die”.  Everything in this is great (and still super relevant) commentary on class, intellectualism, and mass politics.  “My Country Right or Left” is in here and should be on every high school social studies reading list every semester. (EVERY SEMESTER.)

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More Than That

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, a bit of angst and everything else
Word Count: 7,589K
Request: “Can I request some jealous Suga smut? Like you’re friends but he has a crush on you but doesn’t want to jeopardize the relationship until another guy starts being really interested in you? I’m excited to read more of your work! :)”

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The Midnight Lovers

Summary: After an argument you leave your boyfriend, Greg. Months later your friends ask you on a road trip, only Greg was invited too. What the two of you don’t know is your friends have planned this trip to try and get the pair of you to rekindle. But will it work?

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff.

A/N: The next chapter becomes very interesting 😁 Don’t worry there’s no more angst I promise!!! 😂😅 I hope you all enjoy and feedback is always welcome! Hope you all have a great weekend! 😁❤️

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Chapter 17
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“Dinner’s ready!” You woke up to Molly’s voice and her fist knocking on the door to your bedroom.

You let it a groan and felt yourself being drawn to the warmth of Greg’s chest “If I wasn’t so hungry I’d keep sleeping,” you sleepily grumbled with your eyes shut. Your head bumped up and down as Greg’s chest rapidly moved as he laughed.

“Me too…” Greg contently hummed before getting out of the bed and getting changed. He left you to change and you did as quickly as you could, you were starving.

When you stepped out of your room you found everyone at the dinner table lightly laughing away as their knees touched under it. You smiled to yourself before sitting down. It was as if you were having dinner with family.

You sat down opposite Greg and glanced over his shoulder out of the window “Are we in Scotland?”

John nodded “Yup, tomorrow we’ll head to Edinburgh before going up north to see the northern lights. We’ll drive back down and end up in London in a few days time.”

“I can’t wait!” Mary squeaked out “It’s going to be incredible.”

You were eating away when you felt a foot brush against yours. Your eyes flickered up to Greg who smiled bashfully at you, you cheeks flushed red and you played footsie with him under the table.

“What are you smiling at?” Sherlock questioned and the smile was quickly wiped off your face.

“Nothing. It’s just the food is really good…” you made up an excuse.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes “Mary cooked it, it’s not that great.” The whole table gasped, Mary the loudest. John stifled a giggle before Mary’s deadly glare shut him up. “It’s uh…better than great. It’s astounding.”

You smirked and continued eating before you all retreated to the couch for a movie night. You lay out on the couch over Sherlock and Greg since there was hardly any space with you all crammed into the one bit. Your head was resting between the arm of the couch and Sherlock’s lap, Greg was soothingly rubbing your ankle while Sherlock was running his fingers though your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

“Look at Y/N, she’s like the Queen of Sheba.” You glanced over to Jim and smirked.

“There’s only one queen in this camper van and it’s you, Jim.” Everyone laughed at your comment. All except Jim who childishly licked his hand before standing up smearing the saliva that was on it all over the face. “Jim!”

You wiped your face with the sleeve of your jumper before reaching down to your glass of water that was by Sherlock’s feet and dipping your fingers in it, retaliating against Jim and flicking water at him.

The Irishman let out a unamused growl and tightly grabbed ahold of his mug that contained cold tea.

“Not in the camper!” John yelled like an exasperated parent but it was too late, Jim had thrown the tea at you.

But you were quicker than Jim and sat up, scooting onto Greg’s thighs and leaving an unknowing Sherlock in the firing line. When you turned to face Sherlock, tea was dripping off his curls and the tip of his nose, Jim’s mouth gaped open and he placed his hands over it “I didn’t mean that!”

Sherlock calmly stood up “James…you grab her legs, I’ll get her by the arms.”

“Wait what?” You went wide eyed and screamed at the top of your lungs as the two men picked you up and carried you to the shower “No! No!” You tried not to laugh through your screams “Greg! Help! Mary! Anyone!” You tried kicking free but the two men had put you in the shower and turned it on.

You shrieked as freezing water cascaded over you “You bastards!” You hysterically laughed and after a few good seconds they turned it off. You stood up and glared at Jim before a sinful smirk took over your face. “Come here,” you softly spoke as you held out your arms.

“No Y/N! Get away!” Jim giggled and pushed Sherlock out the bathroom so he could run away. You limped after them before coming into contact with Greg, wrapping your arms around him as an automatic response for revenge.

“Y/N!” He groaned “I’ll get you back for that!” He let you hug him and the warmth coming off of him began to heat you up, it made your skin tingle.

You pulled back slowly “I should change,” you whispered and turned in your heal and rushed to your room, quickly changing and drying off your hair with Molly’s hairdryer that you borrowed.

You swapped places with Greg who changed and everyone called it a night so you returned to your room, finding Greg already in bed with his eyes wide open. You climbed in beside him, he was now being sandwiched between you and the wall.

You glanced to the bedside cabinet and found the book. The book he wrote. You took it in your hand and turned to Greg, gently pressing it to his bare chest “Read me your favourite…” you whispered.

“Why?” Greg asked with furrowing brows and a crinkling nose.

“I want to hear you speak the words you wrote,” he took the book from you and you shut your eyes as he flicked through the pages, the pieces of paper making a light fluttering noise as he did.

The noise stopped and Greg breathed in before speaking “I know I’ll never be able to tame her heart. But in all honesty, I’d never want to. Why would I want to? It’s wild. It’s got a mind of its own. She doesn’t know how powerful it is. If she did, she’d be ruling lands. She has already ruled me.”

You had read that poem dozens of times but there was something about the way he read it that made it feel so different, as if the words were attacking your heart, pinning it down with rope and dragging it towards him. “Thank you,” you whispered and reopened your eyes to take the book from him. You settled back down on the bed and turned to face Greg again, a bubble of silence was starting to crush you both. “I’m sorry,” you apologised again “I shouldn’t keep running off the way I do.”

“Y/N you can’t run away from your problems, they’ll eventually catch up to you.” Greg was right, as always. You smiled and shut your eyes as you both bid each other goodnight before you fell into a dreamless sleep.



“I feel like we’ve walked for miles!” Mary held onto a wall as she panted between complaining, her other hand held onto her side as she felt a stitch antagonise that area.

“Well it’s called the Royal Mile, Mary. Clue’s in the name.” Sherlock stated the obvious as his hair blew about in the wind. In fact, everyone was getting blown about as you all stood outside Edinburgh castle. It was terribly windy.

“Molly and I will go grab the tickets!” Anderson smiled and they walked off hand in hand. You took out your phone and took some photos of the castle and Edinburgh, snapping a few photos of the Firth of Forth. You found Jim beside you and stood back, snapping a few photos of him.

Want me to grab Sherlock?” You asked, lowering your phone.

“Why?” He narrowed his eyes and glanced over to the tall, curly haired brunette.

You smirked “To take some photos of you both! Might come in handy someday. I could use them at your wedding,” you winked and Jim lightly shoved you.

“I hate you. It was one kiss…” he grumbled as you interlocked your arm with his, walking back over to the group “And anyway I should say the same for you and Greg…” you looked up to a smug Jim before he grabbed both your arms, stopping you in your tracks. “Remember Y/N, you’re someone’s reason to smile…” A grin spread from ear to ear on your face before Jim continued “Because you’re a joke.”

You let out a roar of laughter “Oh fuck off!” You laughed with Jim who wrapped an arm around your shoulder and led you back to the group. Molly and Anderson returned with the tickets and you all made your way to the castle. You felt a tap on your forearm. Greg.

“Wait a second…” he said and found his phone.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a rising brow.

“Taking a photo of us,” he held out the phone in front of you both and you smiled as he took it with your cheek and his smushed together “There we go!” He put away his phone.

“Why’d you want to take a photo?”

Greg walked forward and turned, expertly walking backwards “Dunno,” he shrugged “Might come in handy someday.” He half joked and turned back around again leaving you frozen in place.

You couldn’t feel the smile on your face, but it was there.


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ireadtoomuch252  asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader has a tattoo no one knows about and one day everyone finds out? And everyone except for Lance is cool with it, but Lance is freaking out because how could someone so sweet have A TATTOO???? P.S. I love your writing.

FLATTERY WILL GET YOU EVERY WHERE AHH THANK YOU SO MUCH I TRY SO HARD Also I am sorry this took so long, I work on weekends and I spend most of Monday catching up on cleaning so its late monday/tuesday that I really get to catching up on my writing (And did I take this in a weird direction? I feel like I took this in a weird direction but once started I couldn’t stop!)

I hated being hot. I hated it with every fiber of my being and would rather freeze to death then deal with being sweaty and gross and hot. Unfortunately with the castle’s temperature control completely on the fritz it was impossible to avoid the almost desert like conditions. Luckily Coran had been kind enough to show everyone to a planet renown for its beaches where they could relax until everything was fixed. Everyone had been more than enthusiastic, even Princess Allura had seemed thrilled at the idea of a day off. She called it ‘an opportunity for team building and connection’ but I had a feeling that she just really wanted to get out of the castle for once.

 Unfortunately for me the temperature here had not proven to be much different than that back on board. Of course the crash of the waves outside was more than inviting but the thought of burning sand was unappealing at best and literal hell at worst. I could already feel the heat coming from the sand creeping its way towards the wooden floor of the changing room. But my dire need to hide in here forever was being pushed back by the delighted screams from my friends out side. Finally the fun on the other side of the door finally seemed to win out and I forced myself to take the walk of fire at a run.

It wasn’t actually as bad as I had expected. In fact it was much much worse. I wasn’t sure what this alien sand was made out of but it was more like walking on freshly blown glass then sand. On the other hand I was a huge baby with a passion for drama so perhaps I could have been exaggerated. So I may have also been exaggerating when I say that diving into the water was the best thing my skin had ever felt. I gave a great sigh and floated on my back and was glad that the space mall had bathing suites that fit me. I hadn’t really wanted to wear my one spare change of clothes into the water and it had been far too long since I had been able to show off my tattoo.

It was a shame really that the day I had come to join the paladins that I was wearing something so covering, my tattoo had taken too long and cost too much to keep out of sight for so long. It was one of my proudest pieces of art as well, a winding lacy design that followed my spine and curled around my waist to circle around my navel. I had designed it myself, spending hours looking for inspiration on the many faceted design with no two parts mirroring each other. It was an extensive labor of love and I was anxious to now show it off.

So when I was suddenly splashed with the unbelievably clear water I couldn’t even be mad, I was ready for the shocked and awed faces. “Yo (y/n) what took so long, this water is the best. All I am missing is pineapples and pizza and oh pineapple on pizza of course,” Hunk said rubbing his stomach with glazed over eyes. 

“Wait are you telling me you actually like that warm monstrosity of fruit on junk food? That is blasphemy and unforgivable,” Lance said with mock fury as he jumped on top of Hunk for a small mini wrestling match that resulted in Lance just about drowning until the others came over and pulled the two apart. “Hey I was telling nothing but the truth! Wouldn’t you agree (y/n) surely you side on the side of goooo oh my god what is all over you!” he cried out in surprise, someone finally noticing the line work all over my body.

The others all joined in with their oh’s and aws. Allura came over and traced her fingers down my back with admiring eyes. “Wow this really is quite beautiful. And I never knew! They remind me of the intricate marking our ancestors would make on their faces when they became warriors. Do these hold some of the same meaning?” she asked politely.

“Actually many cultures on Earth use tattoos as a marking for special events. Its most commonly used as a coming of age ceremony of sorts and has become quite a way for individuals to express significant moments in their life for everyone to see,” Pidge chimed in squinting harshly without her glasses and facing ever so slightly away from the rest of the group.

I was more than happy to explain myself but between everyone’s compliments and questions one person had remained quiet, Lance. It was a bit unnerving since his mouth was never shut but I hoped it was from awestruck admiration. However I was quickly proved wrong. “Tattoos are also totally badass and how did YOU get one! Well I mean I know the how but well how could you have one? You are so sweet and innocent and now you just drop a bomb that you are all inked up like some, some inked up hooligan?!” he demanded taking me by the arm and pulling me for closer inspection “Or was this a someone died and this is how I remembered them thing cause I am drawing a blank on how someone like you has something this large.”

Now I had people question me about my tattoo before, it rarely made me do more than roll my eyes and tell them it was none of their business. Yet some how Lance’s reaction struck a nerve with me. As much as I told myself that others opinions didn’t matter I knew that when it came to Lance it was a slightly different story. Out of all the people in the universe I could have had a crush on I had to chose this loser and this loser had to go and be one of those types. 

I pushed him away from me with a scowl and unconsciously cover the art on my waist with my crossed arms. “No its a I thought it was pretty and didn’t realize I had to enter a debate about my choices about my body every time someone sees them. I think they look great but apparently I don’t have a good enough reason to have them for you,” I snapped with more anger then was probably deserved. I doubted that Lance really meant much harm, his mouth tended to run when ever he was caught off guard. Its just that I had really wanted them to like them.

I waded away from the group, muttering a thanks to everyone who hadn’t insulted me, and could practically feel the tension in the air. I could feel the shift in the water that let me know that everyone had just turned to give Lance the mix look of glare and you’re an idiot exasperation. I resisted the urge to walk backwards, not wanting to offend his delicate disposition with the full view of my tattoo, mostly because I didn’t want to reveal my now burning eyes. If anyone asked I would say that it was the overly salty water but I wasn’t sure if they would believe me anyway.

I resolved that helping Coran would prove more fruitful then hiding in the dressing room but only made it to the doors of the fitting room. “Hey (y/n) wait!” Lance called out, huffing and puffing as he leaned onto his knees and held out a hand towards me. “OhmygodIhatesandsomuch, okay woo okay I’m back … (Y/n) wait. I erm made an idiot out of myself,” he started but I cut him off before he could apologize, not wanting to hear it. Mainly because I wasn’t sure I would have the will power to not instantly forgive him. Cure his cute face.

“Yeah per usual but I am not going to stand there and disgust you so much with my skin. If it makes you feel any better you are never going to be seeing it again. You made it pretty clear it didn’t suite me,” I spat venomously at him, letting anger rush over me. it was better than admitting to myself that I cared so much about his opinion. I prepared myself for a fight, ready to let myself explode in anger and hopefully break this crush I have been suppressing, but instead I saw Lance blush and look away. He was never the shy type, never afraid of an argument so why he was pulling away now was making my heart flutter.

“You far from disgust me (y/n), I think that you are literally the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. I am not really poetic but all those poems we were forced to read in school about seeing someone and thinking that they must be the god/goddess of beauty or an enchanter/enchantress or just them hallucinating their perfect person? Yeah I think I probably get that, hell I might even be as gushy to say if I heard a romantic rock ballad I might just understand it as well,” he said peeking up from underneath his eyelashes like he was almost afraid to look at me. I had to pinch myself just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.

“And before you ask, yes I am aware I said literally the worst things possible. But well I can only be super smooth around people that I find cute. Not around people that you know … I actually have … feelings for,” he muttered, squinting at the ground like he was trying to pronounce words in another language. “So um yeah there you have me being an idiot again. Bottom line is you look awesome, I think you are awesome and er I am going to go ask Shiro to bury me in a hole,” he added sounding much more like his old self, though his face was bright red.

I almost didn’t stop him, so convinced that the heat had finally gotten to me. But when Lance stood there like a sad puppy, obviously hoping I would stop him from leaving I couldn’t help but laugh. I laughed so hard I nearly cried. And the only thing that might have stopped Lance from running away with his tail between his legs was when I pulled him in for a surprise kiss. A kiss that was sloppy and giggly but sweet none the less. I pull back and hiccuped from my laughter and was met with the most confused look one could ever have. “Erm do you have a fetish for idiots or did my words drive you crazy?” he asked with a grin now creeping onto his face.

I grinned back and grabbed his hand “Perhaps a bit of the first but mostly its just because I have a stupid crush on you and am glad I don’t feel the need to go find the space equivalent of laser removal. Or more likely brainwash you to fall deeply in love with me at the sight of them,” I teased him, a shiver running up my back feeling his fingers tracing over the swirls and twists.

“Hey for all I know maybe you did because as soon as I saw them I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“Knew that I was falling for a gorgeous and baddass (insert preference). So when are you going to add my name somewhere?” 

“There you go again being an idiot. Its a good thing I love idiots.”

“And I love you (y/n)”

“And I love you.”  

Writers Creed Interviews: @bumbleblossoms

It has been so much fun getting to know the wonderful Miriam( @bumbleblossoms) Please do take a moment to read this interview and find out about her writing experiences, what happens when an 11-year old ends up on the wrong plane, a glimpse of how a first grade novel looks like, and more! Thank you for sharing with us glimpses of your life!

Writers Creed: So tell us about you username and how would you like us to call you?

Miriam: My username was partially just an in the moment decision where it popped into my head and I loved it. The other part of it was that I wanted to express the way I feel about writing, and often times, things feel so accidental, like I’m just bumbling along with no idea what I’m doing. The rest of my poetry is passion and love combined with that bumbling, and I felt that flowers really showed it. But once again, it was nearly accidental where it popped into my head and I loved it. You can call me Miriam, I don’t mind going by that or by my username.

WC: Aha that’s a good enough reason for a username. Alright Miriam sounds good :)

So tell us how you got into writing. What made you start?

M: My mother is a writer, she loves poetry and novel writing, and I grew up listening to her stories every night. When I was in first grade, I decided I wanted to write a novel just like my mom. Obviously, because I was in first grade, it was an amusingly awful novel. I still have my old journals saved and go back to look at it every now and then. Somehow, I managed to spell the word ‘beautiful’ about 20 different ways and never stuck to the same one. The book was based off the Jewish story of Purim with many creative embellishments. After that, I kept on trying to write novels and ended up writing 3 during middle school and 1 during high school. It wasn’t until my freshman year of college that I started writing poetry, and the thing that had always held me back in the past was that because of my experience with writing novels, I tried to structure the poems too much and never let myself free with my thoughts and imagination. During this past year, I fell in love with poetry as a form of freedom. I’ve used it as a sanctuary to express myself and work through struggles, and I’m really glad I started.

WC: Aw, like mother like daughter. Sweet. Wow what a great story, I mean I think we would all love to see a fun glimpse of your first grade writing 😂

M: Ah well, I may actually be able to follow up with that. I’ll see if I can dig up some fantastic quotes

WC: Now that would be amazing! :) Now that you have discovered poetry, could you pick between the two if I asked you which you like more?

M: Honestly I could not pick because it’s all what stage of my life I am in and what I need at the moment. Novel writing was kind of my ultimate goal in life for a long time, but I think at the moment I am at my peak of growth and emotional flexibility, and I have really needed something that had this flexibility and freedom. I do expect to shift in and out of which one I like more over the years.

WC: Do you have anything published? Would you like to?

M: [I] have never published anything, and although I would love to be published, I also know that I might not be ready yet. I am comfortable letting myself grow and learn and improve until I am in a better place to publish my work.

WC: That is a great idea. We should always be striving to improve ourselves.

M: Here is a wonderful glimpse into the first chapter of my first grade novel:

“My name is Ester. I live in pershaw. in the palace the Queen Vashti is having A party so is the king. the king desides to show his ghests bateful vashi. he tels his servants to go tell vashti to come and dance but when they ascked her she refewsd. the king banashed her but after that he became lonly. he desied to throw a sleep away for all the girls of persha. When i got the letter I began to cry. I know I was the most buteful of all the girls and he woud pick me for Queen but I had to go. my uncle put my best gown on and butiful slipers for the wack.”

The spelling is 100% accurate, as one might be able to guess.

Oh wait, I have to include my favorite line

“Finnilly we reached the palace. It looked like it was just silver and gold no really thats all.”

Really can’t be complete without that one.

WC: That was just amazing. My cheeks hurt from smiling. Adorable

M:Thank you, thank you. I am glad I could share it. My first grade self is quite proud right now

WC: And we are too (of both)😁. What would you say inspires you to write? What do you usually write about?

M: Often I just get filled with this feeling that I have something to write about, even if I’m not sure what it is. When I don’t have an idea, but I know I want to write, I go to my best friend and ask him for a writing prompt. He has always loved to read my poetry so I love getting prompts from him because he gets to see his words turn into art. Sometimes though, I am just struck with a word or idea, and I start writing and the poem just takes me somewhere. I write about many different things, I think two of the most common themes I have noticed are the most negatives aspects of my experiences such as abuse, and the things which I am most in awe of. I adore writing about my friends, even if the poem just begins with the thought of them and somehow ends up having nothing to do with them, which is quite common for me. I often feel like the poem writes itself because I allow the process to simply take me somewhere and it can be very unexpected.

WC: That is great. It is so amazing to be able to have someone so close to you that can encourage you and support you. Those are the kind of people you want to keep in your life. And that is a great balance. Seems like you are taking both the good and the bad from your life and turning it into art which people can just resonate with. “the poem writes itself”- that is amazing. I feel like many writers can agree with this.

This may be something you’ve answered already, but why do you like writing? What makes you come back to it?

M: I’ve always filled my life with art, I was a visual arts major in high school and studied ballet for 10 years. I think that art in and of itself is as close to magic as we can get, and I want my life filled with it. Writing specifically has always been my favorite art form though. For me personally, I find writing to come most naturally to me, and my heart really fills words well. Words by themselves are tossed around so carelessly, as so to use them to create art is a powerful and beautiful feeling. I also find the writing gives me a big feeling of accomplishment, and it’s really rewarding to be able to look back on my own work and smile at my accomplishments. 

WC: Earth without art is eh. Cheesy I know haha. But that is so true, art is quite magical. That is wonderful! It is always great to see how we have changed and how much we grew as humans and writers

M: I definitely agree

WC: So did anything interesting, odd, bizarre, happen because you write?

M: This isn’t really odd, but I think the most interesting advantage of being a writer is that I can pull right out of my head all the plot lines I have planned for novels, and tell them to young children as stories. Its wildly fun to entertain children by telling them an adventure that keeps them captivated, and it always makes me so happy to see them hanging off of every word and begging for another story at the end. It’s possibly most rewarding than even writing the stories themselves, children are the best audiences.

WC: Aw, that is so sweet and special. Must be a great experience. Where do you get to do that?

M: I’m a nanny so I take care of kids as my job I guess. But I also have 4 younger siblings, and spend a lot of time with my younger cousins as well. It’s really nice to spend time with them especially now that I’m an adult in their eyes (although I care to disagree) because they really look up to me. It’s a nice feeling.

WC: Aw haha that is great. And if you can take care of kids, you are an adult even if you weren’t legally in my opinion 😁

So for our final question, can you tell us a fun fact about you? Anything :)

M: I think the most random thing about me is that I was on Fox news once because when I was 11, I was flying as an unaccompanied minor, and the flight crew accidentally put me on the wrong plane. Instead of going to Ohio, I went to New Jersey, but I had no idea because I read comic books for the whole flight when they announced our destination repeatedly. I waited in the airport for about 3 hours before a staff member asked me if I knew I was in New Jersey, and I responded that I had no idea I was not in Ohio.

WC: Oh wow haha that sounds like quite the story that would make it on the news. I hope you got to your destination!

M: I did eventually. Took a few extra hours and was worth the adventure

WC:  Haha sounds like a great adventure! Well that is all, I am really happy you took the time to answer my questions.

M: I loved answering them, thank you!