#mwriting

[princessasmosprincess]

I should probably write some drabbles. I have some idea for some cute, angsty short pieces. Self-indulgent but I bet someone would like them too... hmm...

#hmmmmn #mwriting

[foxymoxynoona]

i just know bronwen will have a meltdown and want to go to jungkook....... HOW will i be able to wait for their reunion?!?!!! the drama of it now that she has a boyfriend too... the lowlander and meadow are in such precarious points in their plots i feel like i’ve been teetering for weeks! you’re so good as suspense and buildup!

🥺 Thinking about her hearing this is really heartbreaking. 🥺🥺 I guess let's hope she has cell reception in the Scottish highlands...

#anonymous #meadow #myao3 #mwriting

[freakybuggy]

another short piece of fiction, just meant to be like some concept sketch!!! 

#animal death #nosebleedclub #spilled ink #mwriting #my writing

[itsnickyblue]

At last a cure! anyone else suffer from FOMO? posted on Instagram - http://bit.ly/2R5Su6c

#selfcare #mwriting #amreading

[phisaz]

#monpetitdernier 📚✒💌 #lechewinggum #publié par #milanpresse avec #japprendsalire #illustré par #benoitaudé #presseenfantine #pressejeunesse #groupebayard #bayard #bayardpresse #bayardjeunesse #editionsbayard #litteraturejeunesse #livresjeunesse #louisatreyborac #autrice #author #auteur #jecris #romanciere #mwriting #igreads @milan_presse @milanetdemi @bayardjeunesse @bayardeditionsj @bayardjeunessecanada @bayard_editions @editionsmilan

#mwriting #editionsbayard #romanciere #lechewinggum #jecris #bayardjeunesse #presseenfantine #illustré #igreads #pressejeunesse #livresjeunesse #milanpresse #auteur #groupebayard #japprendsalire #bayard #bayardpresse #louisatreyborac #publié #benoitaudé #author #litteraturejeunesse #autrice #monpetitdernier

[faireladypenumbra]

Sometimes, writing is a serious thing full of business and revision. 

But most days, it's me on my Pinterest, building shipping boards for my own characters

#mwriting #writeblr #writing #writer

[pracreation-blog]

Loving it #mwriting #meditating #harmonizing #lifeofadventure (at Bhuntar, India)

#meditating #lifeofadventure #harmonizing #mwriting

[taegied]

title: rainy mornings pairing: taegi genre: fluff length: ~800 words summary: just an example of why taehyung’s love for sunny mornings was “washed away” by rainy ones

Mornings like this are among Yoongi’s favourite. It’s one of those fall mornings where condensation sits thick against windows, light rain tapping against the glass and creating a melody with rattling heaters or the light sound of snores. Taehyung likes sharing a bed with Yoongi, but waking him up is always a bit risky.

Sometimes it’s hard for Yoongi to fall asleep, they live in the city and the sounds and lights that peek through their bedroom window during even the latest hours are enough to keep him awake. Taehyung tries to stay awake with him, but falls weak to the feeling of Yoongi’s fingertips running along his back.

The heat under the blanket causes Taehyung’s body to feel fuzzy, but in a way that’s cozy rather than uncomfortable. His favourite type of morning was one where the sun danced along their blankets; the pretty sounds of birds and cars driving by used to wake him up with a smile. However, he gained an appreciation for mornings like this too, playing with Yoongi’s fingers as he watches rain stipple the window in their room.

These mornings are the ones where getting up is the hardest, but Taehyung makes the most of being unproductive, taking the time to think about trivial things and appreciate the curve of Yoongi’s shoulders, the way he hums in a state of half-asleep while Taehyung strokes his fingers through the other’s hair and shuffles closer when Taehyung takes his hands away.

Yoongi is on his back this morning, arms stretched out and soft, brown hair splayed against his pillow. Taehyung can only smile, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. It’s decided, after gazing at 9AM written on the clock in neon red lights, that he will wake Yoongi up and ask what he wants for breakfast—since Taehyung is quite hungry.

He doesn’t know how to wake Yoongi up. There are many possibilities, but only a few would be appropriate for his grumpy boyfriend. It takes a while of listening to the rain strengthen to decide.

Then he rolls over to drape his body over Yoongi’s completely, bury his face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck, and lace their fingers together.

This probably isn’t the right approach, but that’s beyond Taehyung now. Having Yoongi so close to him, legs tangled and chests pressed together, makes him a type of happy only felt during moments of this kind.

Yoongi takes a few moments to wake up from the added weight on his body, only when it’s audible in his breaths that Taehyung is heavy. He shuffles, cheek pressing against the top of Taehyung’s head as silence sits over them for a few moments. To follow the silence is a husky groan from the elder.

‘Taehyung,’ he mutters, ‘Stop.’

Taehyung pouts although Yoongi can’t see, too stubborn to respond. He listens as Yoongi opens his mouth again, but is left smiling against his neck when all that comes out is a huff.

‘I love being like this, Yoongi,’ Taehyung says, he can see goosebumps break out along Yoongi’s arms and Taehyung chuckles under his breath, pressing a few innocent kisses against the other’s jaw. Yoongi sighs, not out of annoyance, but something more content.

Taehyung leans his head up to see that Yoongi’s eyes aren’t even open yet. Upon feeling Taehyung move, however, Yoongi’s hand finds the back of Taehyung’s head, guiding it to where it previously was. After, the draft in the house—untouched by the heater—is fended off his back by the blankets when Yoongi pulls them up over Taehyung’s shoulders, sliding his arms over Taehyung’s back and chuckling when the younger hisses as a result of his cold fingertips.

Hunger had created a strong ache in Taehyung’s stomach, but this is so special to him that thoughts of breakfast are erased completely. 

Taehyung reaches up to play with Yoongi’s hair as Yoongi strokes his thumb along the small of Taehyung’s back and he would stay like this forever if it were possible that he could.

‘A few more minutes, Tae,’ he slurs, ‘Just like this.’

Taehyung nods, feeling like he couldn’t deny Yoongi even if he really wanted to.

Now, thunder rumbles low in the sky. Taehyung doesn’t like storms much, but it’s okay when he’s here like this, when he’s Yoongi’s exception in the morning to the extent that he’ll let Taehyung lie right on him—instead of the “don’t even look at him until he’s been up for at least an hour and/or had a coffee” rule his friends know well.

Bright, sunny mornings were his favourite for years, but mornings like this took the lead and he doesn’t believe that’ll be easy to change, not when the rain sounds so gentle, the muffled thunder making him feel safe in his room under his blankets, and not when he looks up and sees that his half-sleeping boyfriend has a cute little smile upturning the corners of his lips.

- 

if you read this, thank you! i hope it’s ok and that you like it and sorry for any mistakes!

#bts #taegi #mwriting #mdrabble #taegi fic #i've never written fluff tbh #not like this at least #it's usuallly pieces of my longer fics that are like this so i hope it's a strong enough piece on it's own

[pillowtalkmichael]

"You belong with me not her." Michael :)

“Oh God, this is disgusting.” You groaned as you scrolled through your colleagues phone in the middle of the crowded bar. Michael was your closest friend at work, the two of you sharing a cubicle in the office you both worked at. You’d both started as interns in the same week, coming up together. Consequently so, you’d come to consider him not only your best friend at work but also in general. 

“I know!” he stressed, peering over your shoulder to take in the thread of messages he had shown you. They were between him and the newest girl he’d began seeing, him always keeping you in the loop with everything. Especially during your weekly de-stress at the bar around the corner from your office. 

“Half of these pet names don’t even make sense” you spluttered, handing his phone back to him as he agreed with a helpless nod and a hearty swig from his bottle of beer. “And this is after just one date?”

“One and a half, technically. One official date, one official case of her somehow finding out where I work and turning up with lunch for us both.” he shrugged.

"Oh my god, you have to let the poor girl go” you gasped, feeling sympathetic for the blissfully unaware girl that was falling for him when he wasn’t even that interested. 

“No” he stretched the word out, groaning as he did. “because then i’m back to being single! Most of my friends are settled down, you know. Two are engaged! I’m not getting any younger!” his hands reflected his rapid decline into irrational panic, eyes wide. 

“Okay, first of all you’re barely even into your twenties, chill. You have plenty of time to find someone.” you nodded, smiling warmly. It had little effect though as he leaned back in his side of the booth, heading falling back in exasperation. 

"It’s hard because that girl although full on, is nice. But she’s not it for me. All I want is someone who I can have a laugh with, who isn’t going to nag at me all the time because I don’t mean to be such an inefficient human being I just am.” Laughed quietly at his words, shaking your head. “Someone who is as equally up for going out some weekends as they are for staying in and getting drunk in their underwear with me on others. Oh and eyes, I like nice eyes.” 

All the while as he talked, before you could stop yourself, you found yourself mentally ticking off everything he was saying as if it were a list. A list that may as well have had your name at the top because you were all of those things. “So what you’re essentially saying is: you belong with me, not her?” the words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, the beer you had just finished making your reflexes slower. 

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he shook his head and forced a laugh. Of course that’s what he was saying, that’s all he could think about every damn day when you brought him in breakfasts from the deli you passed on your way to work. Or when you helped him catch up on his workload for no other reason than that you were a genuinely kind person. Or when you mouthed funny comments about your bosses across the board room in meetings, the only thing that kept him sane during them. Or especially on Friday’s much like tonight when he wanted nothing more than it to be more than just work drinks, to have you on his side of the booth tucked neatly into his side with his arm draped over your shoulders.

But none of that mattered because you would never see him that way, he didn’t even consider It as a possibility. But he should have, because you felt the exact same way. You just valued him way too much to weird him out with your cliche office romance. 

"Of course not, you suck. And you don’t believe in adding extra sugar to your cereal, we’d never work.” He chuckled, suddenly hot under his collar as he prayed you’d leave it.  

And you did, joining him in forced laughter. Both of you terrified at the reality of how hard it was becoming to hide your feelings.

#yooo I suck at these aha never again man #Never again #Writings #mwriting

[freakybuggy]

i couldnt think of a good title but here u go

#mwriting #mpoetry #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #nosebleedclub

[moth-in-your-headlights]

I have a million things floating around my head, bumping into each other, getting tangled, connected. At times nostalgia feels like a warm, woven blanket, other times I’m strangled by hot wires that will never let go.

Miranda Holshouser 

#m #mwriting #words #nostalgia

[apathylsdeath]

Raffryn fanfiction (of the M-rated variety, if you know what I mean ;))

Eh, alright guys, I’ve got a few messages from some of you, who found my Raffryn smut and said that they had never seen it before. So, in case some of you crave some Raffryn of the m-rated variety, and didn’t look on ff.net, here it is:

Entropy

It’s still in progress, but if you haven’t seen this before, hopefully I lightened up your day now. I know I always get happy when I find new Raffryn smut. There is WAY to few Raffryn sexy-time!

#Angelfall #Pateod #Raffryn #Raffe Penryn #mwriting #Prompt #raffryn smut

[ohsweetgirl]

two poems about the color blue and one poem about the month of september

BLUE 1

Tonight is blue.

blue like the sea when you need it most

When you need the cold like,

Holding your breath and coming back;

New and somehow clean and better.

blue like your mothers eyes when they're swollen and puffy-

Telling you bad news or

Hugging you under the front porch light,

Maybe crinkled up and laughing, smiling in the kitchen with her wine.

blue like you and me.

Llike it's pouring out of us under the moonlight with

A radio station you'd said you'd hate but

Youre kissing my back while I'm on the phone

And you're saying

"Baby I was wrong"

W-r-o-n-g, wrong

  BLUE 2

It's raining and the sky Is blue or purple of some shade of rediculous and

I want to take a picture but that wouldn't be fair.

Not to the rain that's pounding on the street or to the wind,

Blowing the palm fronds out my window,

Or to you,

Your chest moving slowly up and down

maybe thinking of me still,

eyes closed and snoring.

My camera wouldn't know of these things,

It could only know the blue,

never really anything at all

just blue.

  SEPTEMBER

  There's a man with much too much to say

Waiting on the phone

And I'm glued to my headphones

Trying to remember the girl that I lost

Somewhere in Mississippi, maybe.

Ignore ignore ignore

My best friend is on the phone,

She's coming down from Illinois.

Thank god she's back because

Nothing is good when she's gone and

It rains too much in May

Hello hello hello

#mwriting

[comforting]

this color image of the beach aside a black and white image helps you see it, and feel it, in one quick glimpse. the color is what guides your eyes and helps you see it, but the black and white portrait-- the one drained of any guide for your eyes-- is what helps you feel it. think about this the next time you look at a photo; try seeing it with color, and without-- there is more to be said than just one shade.

{dockweiler state beach, california} // {julie martinez}

#mwriting #mine