#Free Write

[the-soulwhispers]

C.S. Lewis once wrote,

"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"

And I think we all needed to hear that.

[kryptznnn]

♛-Annoying

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➸ INTERESTS; - f!reader x unspecified m! lover

➸ BACKGROUND; - imagine w/ whomever (just a blurb/short write idea i’ve had on my mind for a long while now, just can’t pin it to one character)

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. roughly 400, sex mentions, teasing, kissing, moaning, fingering, orgasm mentions, unspecified character, etc.

➸a.i; - 🌸my main navigation

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Annoying is a word used often, especially a word he used often when it came to small simple things, or unnecessary conversation, even when it came to you.

Like right now, he was bothered to say the least but annoying fit his description better. There you were sprawled out onto the couch, nude from the waist down and yet your shirt was propped up and your breasts on display. He held both of your wrists over your head with one hand, while his over cupped underneath you, fingering you.

You watched as his brows furrow as his eyes gazed your face intensely. He hated what you were doing, attempting to silence yourself and make at least noise as possible, it’s exactly why he pinned your hands away from your face in the first place.

He loves hearing you moan and watching your face whenever the two of you are intimate. How you can’t look away from him and can’t stop peppering him with kisses, no matter how much he complains.

But here you were bitting your bottom lip in attempts to seal your sounds from him. It hadn’t worked, your breath was heavier than before and you could barely resist your movements. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle of course, he knew you were just attempting to get under his skin.

He leaned down just enough to feel your breath on his face, practically teasing you into a soft kiss before hovering above you again. He smirked sheepishly at you before sinking another finger into you, curling his fingers upwards as he watched your body spasm as you moaned loudly.

“I’ll just force it out of you baby.”

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hm: Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Simon Riley, Suguru Geto, Kakashi Hatake, Nanami Kento, John Price, Jake Sully, Neteyam, Aonung, Shouta Aizawa, Katsuki Bakugo, Eren Yeager, Caleb (LADS), Sylus (LADS), etc.

✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[imagineurwrld]

home

in which you are reunited with your boyfriend after months of being parted

You hold your breath as your house grows visible past the hill you run up, and then you stop once you reach the top. The vision before you is enough to make you freeze completely, blood pumping viciously and breath catching in your throat. The wind stills before brushing through your hair and clothes again.

His figure sits on your doorstep, a heavy-looking bag tossed to the side and his arms draped over his bent knees. His head is turned to the side, deep in thought as he seemingly waits for your arrival. You can tell he is tired from his travels just by glancing at his posture, the way he is slumped over, but his mannerisms shift completely when his head turns and his eyes land on you.

The moment your eyes meet, you know. You know that this nightmare is over, that you no longer have to dream of a love that felt so out of reach, that you no longer have to cry, that you no longer have to clean to distract yourself from the emptiness of your house, that you no longer have to force yourself out of bed and despise the image that stares back at you in the bathroom mirror because it is void of the image of him, arms wrapped around your waist and lips pressed to your ear.

You no longer have to wait, to fear, to miss. It is over. His eyes are as bright as the sun upon seeing you, and they shatter the glass wall that you had forced up. Those eyes that sparkle like a thousand rays of light, the eyes that reawaken you after having died along with his absence, those eyes that are home.

Admiration, fondness, desperation, exhaustion, warmth, and home. Those are his eyes, your home’s eyes.

You can not move until suddenly, you are. You race across the path, stumbling over your rapidly moving feet as he lifts himself from the staircase to hold out his arms and brace himself for impact. Your body collides with his, chest shoving into chest, and everything snaps into place like a missing piece fitting perfectly into a puzzle. 

You grip the rough fabric of his shirt, clinging onto any piece of his clothing you can touch, switching your arms from his upper back to his lower back to up again. One arm secures around your waist, while the other cradles your head to him.

For a moment, it does not feel real. You don't know how to begin to fathom the foreign yet achingly familiar feeling. His hands are calloused, hard, and coarse from work. His hold is strong and secure, and he feels slightly bulkier but he is the same. It is him, and you are crying before you can even comprehend it.

He lifts you up from the ground, screwing his eyes shut and tightening his lips to prevent the emotions that he had built up from spilling free, messily, simply from seeing your beautiful face after so, so long.

You are soft in his arms, pliant, gentle, just as you were when he left you six months ago. Your scent fills his nostrils, intoxicating him more than any perfume he’d bought for you in the past ever could. Your graceful arms clinging ungracefully to his back, sobs racking your chest as he holds you impossibly closer.

It is you. He is home. 

He sets you back down on your feet, pulling away just enough to take in your features. He soaks in the vision of you: your glossy eyes and trembling lips; the curve of your clenching jaw and the complexion of your skin flushed; your nose flaring as tears stick to your lashes, trickling down your cheeks and dribbling past your chin.

You are a lovely sight, an angel. You are his home, and he loves you so. His brows curl as he gazes at you afraid to blink and watch his dream disappear. 

Your head is swiftly pushed into his and lips smash together. You savor the taste that you have been deprived of for months. He is exhausted, he’d been traveling for hours, and he is dirty, but he doesn’t care. You don’t care. He is home, and home is the way your lips chase his each time they break apart to push back in.

He kisses you hard, he kisses you passionately, then slowly and tenderly. His brows knit together as your delicate hands ruffle through his hair. Tears mix into the taste of each other’s lips, but neither of you cares. How could you care? It doesn't matter. All that matters is this moment, this feeling, this cease of departure.

You pull away with a soft smack, pressing your foreheads together and staring into each other’s teary eyes. Your hands move to his face, tracing his skin and caressing the scars indented above his brow and on his chin.

He lets you, lashes fluttering against his cheek as he breathes you in and relishes this moment for all it is worth, his thumbs tracing the curve of your spine beneath the thin silk of your shirt.

A wobbly smile touches your lips as your eyes dart across his face, unsure of where to focus. A laugh, or a scoff maybe, falls past your lips, one of sheer passion and relief, before your teeth come down to bite the bottom one.

He smiles, tiredly. His heart pangs against his chest as your grin appears, the very grin he’d engraved into his brain to keep him going this past half a year. 

“Welcome home.”

Your phrase is a whisper, gone with the breeze that blows past. His smile widens somehow, and his eyes brighten as the reality sinks in. He breathes air through his nose in amused shock, shaking his head in disbelief at the fact that his wait is finally over. 

He is home, home with the heart he’d left behind, and he could have collapsed as reality sank in. 

He kisses you again and again, and lifts you up and kisses you even more until he cannot breathe.

written by Jaylin Smith

[my-inner-observations]

[simoneindiaa]

Gratitude in FULL affect

Forever walking by faith, never by sight.

xoxo, SIS <3 =)

[monochromatic14u]

Im aroace, but i crave another persons body heat next to me when i lay down in bed.

Im aroace, but i want someone i trust so much that we can have whole-body skin to skin contact without fearing that we will be harmed or advanced upon.

Im aroace, but i dont want to live in a house with just myself.

Im aroace, but i want to wake up to somebody i care for immensely every day.

Im aroace, but i want to bring another person along with me through this adventure called life.

Im aroace, but i want to feel loved and cared for and love and care for them in return.

Im aroace, but i want this all without romance; just closeness.

Im aroace, but i want a life partner that i trust above anyone else.

Im aroace, but i want to love with all of my heart. Just not the way others think i should.

Im aroace, but i have so much love to give.

[sanders1665]

Soft Things

Found a little black dog

in the clearance bin,

half off, waiting.

Its eyes said, take me.

So I did.

Left it on the fridge.

Didn’t think twice.

She found it, picked it up,

been carrying it around ever since,

stroking its fur,

pressing it to her cheek.

Like it means something.

Like it matters.

Barkley’s been gone three days.

His bed’s still by the door.

His leash still hangs on the hook.

The house is too quiet,

like it’s missing a heartbeat.

She hasn’t said much,

just keeps running her fingers

through the fake fur,

like muscle memory,

like grief needs something to hold.

I watch her.

She catches me looking.

Smiles, small, sad.

I pick it up when she puts it down,

press it against my chest,

like I’m checking for a pulse.

Feels warm, somehow.

Like something real.

Like something that stayed.

[charzeewrites]

I hate my father, and I hate myself,

Because I am his daughter,

And therefore I am him.

[acid13rain]

Innocence.

Crayons scattered on the floor around a bright-eyed being 

who doesn’t seem to have a worry about where they place their feet.

Running up and down hallways giggling, attempting to escape being caught. 

Chasing butterflies through the grass, bare feet jumping over roots jutting out from the ground. 

You’re told the words ‘Savor your childhood’ without knowing what it means.

What does it mean?They never explained, they simply smiled and said, ‘You’ll see, everyone does’.

It never made sense when it mattered. Why didn’t it?Why couldn’t you have understood? 

Why did you wish so often, telling yourself you couldn’t wait to grow up. 

Everyone says that. 

Then suddenly everyone is scrambling to turn back the clock.

What happened? 

You tell your parents that you’re big and can be ‘like the grownups’ but then suddenly

You wish that they would hold you like a little kid again.

What happened to their gentle smiles as they kneeled down to tie your bright-colored shoes that flashed with light when you stepped so you’d spend your time stomping wherever you could just to see that flash of color.

They didn’t make them in your size anymore. 

What happened to free time after school? Now you’re chained to endless amounts of paper. 

Digital paper.

You’re constantly told ‘You spend too much time on your phone’. Too many screens. 

It’s not like no one tried to make that not happen. We spend our entire lives on a screen. 

Our education now depends on a screen.

Everything seems to depend on a screen no wonder we start to also. 

What happened to counting fake plastic pennies and the colorful cubes to use for math? Now it’s a page put up on a screen that you’re told to write down. Needing help seems like a chore. 

Why ask?Everyone will stare at you. Avoid attention. What happened? 

‘Never be afraid to ask questions.’

But what if those people made you afraid in the first place.

As a child you were convinced that you knew. You knew because you could ask. 

As a teenager.

You pretend to know because the only thing you do know is that you know nothing. 

Not knowing is weakness. 

It’s not endearing.

Innocence wasn’t explained as a child. 

Angels were innocent. 

Someone who didn’t do something bad was innocent.

But you never know the true meaning of innocence until it's ripped away from your hands and you watch life take it away from you when you aren’t ready to think about it being gone. 

That’s what growing up is. 

The loss of innocence.

~~~~~ i don't have a lot of experience with writing poems so apologies if it has poor quality. i'm open to constructive criticism but please do be nice i'm only 14 lol. writing is a passion of mine and i do plan to make more posts involving poetry or other.

[coqueliccot]

They don't tell you how rapidly your years are consumed. How many times have you let your mind wander into foolish daydreams. Now you're gathering the remaining scraps of youth.

I regret many things. Mainly that I've thought more than I've lived.

Every missed opportunity, conversation, acquaintance. Every grain of sand from the hourglass falls on my face and buries me.

What have you done with your time ? My head deep in papers, I have seen nothing beyond the bridge of my nose. My feet mark the ground beneath me; I haven't moved in years.

If only I acted on half the things I've dreamed about. I am alive, but barely.

[the-soulwhispers]

‘I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.’

Jane Austen, “Northanger abbey”

[outofmychaos]

even if the brain understands, the heart needs to feel it

[thedge-of-forever]

sun drenched linen

the late afternoon warmed my bones

a descending sun, dogs barking like echo's

it smelled like the middle of june

but it tasted like a memory I can't recall

why do we strangle the present - draped beneath an emerald sky

come

let's go counting stars

inside of my room

[gingerquakes]

I've come to the quiet place 

The vast empty plains

Rolling through the endless horizon

Of the forever setting sun

Clashes of pinks, blues and oranges 

Quietly ushering the sun to sleep 

I stand amongst the wildflowers

I can feel the soundless vibrations 

Of the breeze swirling with the bees. 

One deep breath, another out. 

I ground my toes into grass and dirt 

Close my eyes, sweep up my arms 

I pay homage to my past selves 

Those beautiful, broken things 

I fall back into Mother Earth, free

I've come to the quiet place

May I rest in peace. 

[powerfultenderness]

Vamp!Gaz x Witch(F)!Reader

I've been thinking, I want to see Vampire!Gaz. but baby vamp, newbie vamp, doesn't know what to do about the intense hunger pains even though he's already eaten Gaz.

Gaz who snaps at Soap one day, eyes red and fangs bared, and suddenly finds himself at gunpoint as Ghost and Price glare at him.

It's Soap who clams every one down. It's Soap who brings Gaz to a small village outside of Glasgow. He has family there, used to visit them a few times a year when he was a child. But importantly, there'd been a girl there, whose family was said to be witches. As young Johnny hadn't been a local, he befriended her before learning why the other kids shunned her. And they were still friends to this day.

You blink as Johnny wraps up his tale, the four men seated around your table looking at you with bated breath.

"That's awful. I'm sorry, truly. But why bring him here?"

"C'mon, hen, you know why."

Because the rumors about your family weren't just rumors.

"My," you paused and cleared your throat quietly, "family, aren't unfamiliar with those who share your...affliction."

"Great!" Johnny pipes up with a giant grin and claps a hand on his friends' shoulder. "Gazzy here has a couple months leave saved up!"

"Gazzy" shoots up and with one quick apologetic glance to you, he drags Johnny around the corner. Though he tries to lower his voice, you can still hear him. "Are you crazy? You can't just leave me here! What if I-"

"Oh relax! Honestly, I'm more worried about her hurting you than the other way around." Johnny, of course, sounds so nonchalant. "You'll be fine, trust me!" Because Johnny trusted you.

And that's how Gaz found himself houseguest to a pretty woman who Soap claimed was a witch. It's also how Price found himself out a few thousand pounds.

(Prince and Gaz both think that you might have been scamming them out of money. Might not. In reality the money was to buy a few goats Gaz could sate his hunger on).