the space between my finger

I just want to hold your hand again.

I can’t even do that because we are back to where we started.

You are over there and I am over here and the distance between us is killing me, I feel so broken hearted.

I just want to hold your hand but I reach out only to find air filling the spaces between my fingers.

I miss you so badly, sometimes I still feel like you are here as the scent of your perfume still lingers.

—  Tenari Ioapo // Missing you.
|A Theory pt. 6|

GROUP: GOT7 ft a special guest

GENRE: Angst, Smut. Pure unadulterated nonsense 

LENGTH: 5.7k

A/N: Hello there loves, long time no see. A quick question before we begin, Giant or Golden? 

GIFS ARE NOT MINE


Originally posted by yeomseok

Originally posted by smallkpoplove


As soon as the words left his mouth, Mark leaned down, his body not necessarily flush against mine, but his hair tickling my face as he began to suck and bite harshly on my neck. I gripped at his upper back, trying to coax him into laying his body against mine but he stayed strong and resistant, only close enough for me to feel his body heat.

“You smell so good princess” he groaned as he let his tongue tail down to the middle of my chest.

Hearing him groan was something that was immediately arousing and addictive; It was so different from his normal light tone. It was deep, raspy and absolutely sexy. I moved my hands from his upper back to his shirt tucked in his pants, pulling it free in a desperate manner.He watched me with a smoldering gaze as my hands smoothed over his cotton covered abs and chest until I reached the top of his shirt. Whilst undoing the first button, he bit his lip, causing my hands to freeze on either side of his collar, my fingers gripping the material tightly.

“Wanna make Yugyeom really mad?” he began in a dark low tone, lowering his head toward my lips and letting his breath intermingle with mine.

I barely batted an eye at the question, despite my interest, opting for letting my leg trail up to hook around his hip loosely while my arms encircled his neck instead.

“Why would I want to do that?” I asked, genuinely confused and legitimately interested now.

How would I make Yugyeom mad? Have I ever made him mad before? The possibilities and scenarios of the giant maknae upset with me flashed through my mind at a dizzying pace, one image or scenario coming directly after the other and leaving me momentarily paralysed. My brief mental movies involved and abundance of sexual torture; rope, blindfolds, lingering touches, and white hot pleasure. I bit my lip to keep my mind in check, as well as keep in a moan, as I focused on the man above me instead of a certain Kim ordering me to go down on my knees. Mark let a devious smile that I would’ve mistaken for his normal one, save for that mischievous glint in his eyes, if I hadn’t known any better.

“Trust me, you want to do that. You know Yugyeom. He’s shy unless he’s passionate about something. So what I’m suggesting” Mark spoke, drawing out the last word, as he raised my other leg, letting it hook around his other hip so that he was pressed against me now.

I could feel absolutely every curve, dip and groove of his muscles against me but the cotton barrier between us frustrated me; I wanted to feel his skin hot against mine and the cotton was making that increasingly difficult. He gave a slow, tentative roll of his hips, causing my nerves to immediately ignite with an uncontrollable need and I yanked on the sides of his shirt and pulled him closer to attempt to satiate that need.

“Is to simply give him a reason to take what he wants” Mark accentuated his gorgeous honeyed words with a finger trailing up from the space between my breasts, up the vertical plan of my neck, stopping right at the outline of my lips.

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Cover Reveal: HULLMETAL GIRLS

I’m so thrilled to share the cover of my 2018 novel HULLMETAL GIRLS! It’s bold, it’s colorful, and it’s got TWO BADASS ANGRY CYBORG GIRLS ON IT. What more could you want?

Well I’m even more thrilled to share that if you do want more, the first chapter is below! Knock yourselves out!

Oh, and add it on Goodreads if you’d like!

(warning: body horror. buckle up)

Chapter 1: Aisha

In the quiet of the early morning, before the Reliant’s lights begin to glow, I plan two funerals.

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Catharsis

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

Warnings: None. Fluff. 

Author: @fireandicewillsuffice / @untothebreachwritings 

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

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

“I want to dig myself into your warmth

I want to line my bones with it

I want to come away with you in my mouth

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

I am ready with your name on my tongue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wanted these words to come out like the honey

 that drips from your voice

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

when they run across my neck

And there are no words for that”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

            “The spaces between my fingers make me think of you

            You seem to have a way of filling

            every emptiness I can imagine”        

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

            “I looked inside the cracks of you and found myself

            Hold me there. Let me beat through you.”

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

“In the body of this house

we shiver and quiver

Our gooseflesh has made friends with one another

Has come to know one another.

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

Lap up the sticky sweetness,

the wholeness

of it all

mutter, “stay”

in shoulder blades

whisper “okay”

in ribcages

And cross paths into the spaces between our fingers

And tangle limbs into the curvature of each other

And wonder,

“why did we ever think of leaving?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

            “You are my catharsis.” 

I figured that we’d last longer than we did. It’s been months since I last got to enjoy the feeling of my fingers resting in the spaces between yours. Perhaps someone else has that luxury now. It’s been said that time heals everything. It has gotten a little bit easier to breathe, but some days it feels like time’s real purpose is to make my wounds wider. As the days pass, our past gets farther away from me I wish I could get it back. Nostalgia has a rude way of waiting until the quiet of night to tease me with memories of how we used to be. I hate that you’re nothing more than that now, a memory, a dream. Maybe somewhere you’re dreaming about me. Maybe you have a little love left over. I know I do. Maybe I always will.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: we broke up months ago and I still love him so much. Time keeps going and I’m slowly moving on and it makes me sad because I wanted to have him forever and the time we spent together keeps getting farther and farther away
I have no clue how to name it and I don’t want to spend another 30 minutes thinking about it - part one

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Words: 1,6k


A/N: another collaboration with my lovely @golddaggers

YES THERE IS GONNA BE A PART TWO. YES THERE IS GONNA BE A PART TWO. YES THERE IS GONNA BE A PART TWO.


Masterlist


Originally posted by thezipzap

“When Y/N and I were still best friends, we made out all the time. As if we were two love birds!” Kevin laughed, sipping on his beer bottle and smirking at me shamelessly.

“Oh yeah, right and that was over ten years ago, Kev. It feels like another life to me.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes and drinking down the rest of the wine in my glass.

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Vanilla Twilight

A/N Based off the song by Owl City! @lampisimportant​ this was mostly written for you but like that’s sappy so I’m just gonna tag you and stop rambling okay bye.

Pairing: moxiety (Morality/Anxiety)

Genre: fluff, AU, human AU, long-distance relationship

Word Count: 1340

Summary:

Ann can’t sleep, but he can’t exactly text his boyfriend either. Instead, he chooses to miss him.

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In the wintertime,
you create ghosts
out of my name
when you say it.

And now I’m trapped
between this world and the next
like I’m searching for something
to let go of, but I don’t know yet,

my hands stuck somewhere
between the spaces of your fingers
and the pull of God
asking me to let go already.

—  haider m, About The Ghosts That Haunt You
The spaces between my fingers
molded to yours perfectly.
But now they have to fit different hands to hold,
and bodies to touch
that don’t fit as well.
Having to clutch
unfamiliar bedsheets.
Running my hands through hair that isn’t the same texture.
Absentmindedly tracing the scar that’s on your arm,
only to find smooth skin.
Touching an unshaven face instead of a beard.
Leaving myself no other option
than to break the habit
and the mold
that my hands made only for you.
—  melindacarolinee
Bloodstream
Stateless


“I think I might’ve inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You’ve gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me

The spaces in between
Two minds and all the places they have been
The spaces in between
I try to put my finger on it
I try to put my finger on it

Distance sucks.

I don’t like being away from you.

My heart aches, the spaces between my fingers are empty, my lips go for days, weeks and even months without kisses.

I feel alone.

However, distance never win.

I’ll never let the miles between us take over because we can’t be together.

Our love is stronger than that.

Our time together shows how strong our battle is.

We’ll never lose.

I love you too much to let anything destroy our love.

Distance is just a test to see how far love can travel.

You could go to outer space and I’d still be in love with you.

I could wait forever to see you.

Why? You’re the only one worth waiting for.

001. spaces

prompt: the space in the blanket between you and boyfriend!jimin that lets the cold air in, just had a fight so he’s mad or you’re mad and one or the other are fighting the desire to snuggle up for warmth. hope i explained it well! love your work ♡

There had been lots of instances where Jimin and I had fought. Like when I replaced the sugar with salt making his coffee taste extra bitter and spoiling his already foul mood on that particular Monday morning. Or when he had replaced my shampoo for blue hair dye and I had emerged from my shower crying. Our pranks were lighthearted and we had always made up before the day ended. 

However, this was new. 

As we lay in bed, Jimin’s body was curled away from mine. He lay on the edge of his side of the bed stretching the blanket as far as it would allow. The space between us letting the cold air caress our bodies robbing our warmth. The purpose of the blanket was questionable as it refused to warm our hearts. 

I gazed at the back of Jimin’s head and pursed my lips, trying to decipher what I had done wrong to make him behave this way. To make him curl so far away from my body as if any contact with my skin would end him. 

My mind wandered to the coincidental meeting I had with Jeongguk. As far as ex-relationships go, ours was the one relationship that had ended with both of us on good terms. So when Jeongguk asked me to have a harmless cup of coffee with him, how could I refuse? As we spoke Jeongguk continued to enlighten me with details on his soon to be fiancée who he was meeting that same evening to propose. 

Just as he had taken my number, to invite both Jimin and I to his wedding, Jimin had appeared. The concern was evident on his face when he saw Jeongguk and I together but he hid it quickly and brushed off any explanation I offered him saying it doesn’t bother him. 

Ah, I’m so dense. Of course he’s bothered. 

I let out a deep sigh and turned away from the ceiling to face Jimin again. I bit my lip and rolled towards Jimin as if I were as sleep. I wrapped my arms around Jimin’s torso, holding my body tightly against him. 

“Yah~ What’re you doing?” Jimin said, attempting to push my arms away. I tightened my arms around him and sighed into his shoulder, pretending to be asleep.

“I know you’re not asleep,” Jimin said, his hands pried weakly at mine, I intertwined our fingers and smiled into his shoulder as he let out a sigh of frustration. 

“I’m asleep,” I mumbled back, caressing the back of his hand with my thumb.

“No, you’re not.” Jimin said bluntly, I frowned at his tone, moving to untangle our limbs. However, he tightened his grasp on my hands, restricting my movements. 

“I know you’re not asleep because whenever you sleep you not only throw your arms around me but also a leg over me, completely immobilizing me.” Jimin said, his usual playful tone slowly creeping back into his voice. I fleetingly kissed the back of his neck, causing a shiver to run through him and wrapped my leg around him. 

“There,” I said, smiling against him. he abruptly let go of my wrist and turned around in my arms to face me, forcing our bodies to mesh perfectly. 

“This is better,” Jimin murmured, brushing his hand across the length of my face. He ran his hand down the length of my arm and intertwined our fingers once again. As I stared at his sleep filled eyes, I bit my lip unable to hold my words in anymore.

 “Jeongguk is engaged,” I blurted. Jimin looked up at me with his eyebrow raised. 

“He asked for my number so that he could invite us both to his wedding.” I continued, squeezing his hand in mine. Jimin’s lips quirked into a small smile as he quietly listened to my outburst.

“I know you said that you weren’t bothered, but I know you. I’ve been with you long enough to know when something has upset you. I’m sorry I didn’t clear this up sooner.” I murmured, my eyes drifting to out intertwined hands. 

“I wasn’t upset with you, I was upset with myself.” Jimin murmured, his hands playing with mine. 

“I was the one that acted like it didn’t bother me in the first place when I was dying of curiosity …and jealousy.” Jimin admitted bashfully, he quietly laughed at himself and ran a hand through his tousled hair. As he moved to turn away from me, I grasped his hand once again and intertwined our fingers. I leaned forward and placed a firm kiss on his unsuspecting lips. As I moved away from him, he gazed into my eyes, searching for an explanation. 

“The spaces between my fingers, in my bed, and in my heart are occupied by you, Park Jimin. I love you now and forever, don’t you ever forget it.”

Take a Hint - two.
  • Baekhyun x Reader
  • Angst - Highschool!AU
  • Word count: 1207

Description: Your rival with Baekhyun continues, but why do things feel different, why do you feel different? Smells like a confession.

A/N: Usually I end parts with a cliffhanger, but not this time, sorry. This is part 2 out of 3. Mostly just a builder to be honest. Baekhyun is such a hopeless romantic, I love it.

one. // two. // three. (soon)

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