love. poetry. me.

i still see you in the grocery store lines. i still hear you in the empty parking lots at night. i still know you in the corner of my mind.

[write-yearn-love]

hold my hand, i'll hold yours.

nav. luv. writer by day. poet by night. jacqueline of all trades. master to none. mastered by none.

luv loves: frank langdon|jack abbot|dean winchester|castiel|talking|poetry|halsey|lana del rey|rain, moon, sun and the fucking stars|asks|everything at once|nothing at all|

your eyes, your poison

{remember, a ten years of happiness, a hundred years of sorrows, and a thousand of pain}

would you like a bedtime story?

redamancy [Frank Langdon]

sour apple, baby, but you taste so sweet [Jake Seresin]

a nightly lullaby?

under construction

crush

i love a boy

the chronicles of an unwilling astronaut's unreal wife

what's the difference?

why not both?

• the three worlds

[damn it, she was held | make peace, sob | eurydice]

• the three elements of life

[where would i go? | nothing he saves is you | a cold towel]

dividers by the gorgeous @uzmacchiato

[write-yearn-love]

slow ride

a snippet from the sour apple universe.

"Where are you staying?"

"The Ramada." The road studs look like yellow stars on the dimly lit road.

He whistles once. "Fancy."

"It's what they gave us." You shrug. He knows that you hate hotel rooms and how they feel. It's a minute before you talk again, before you feel like the silence is more jarring than the situation you're in. "I'm sorry about your dad."

He looks over like he didn't quite expect this turn of a conversation. It takes him a moment to smooth out his face. "Thanks. I got the flowers."

You both know that the gesture was as flat as his tone. You should've been there. Maybe. Maybe you should've stayed far away so as not to add to his grief.

"I heard about your mom," he says after a beat. He glances at you, eyebrows raised. "How's she doing?"

Well, scores settled then. Wow, you were perfect for both loving and leaving each other.

"Good. Physio's a bitch, but she's working through it." You sweep a stray strand behind your ear, thinking about how you'd need to call her. It was seven, though; she might be in the middle of dinner.

Somewhere along the road, you realize that it's definitely not five minutes to the hotel. Jake breathes a bit harder before he talks. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You crack your knuckles. Of course. Of course he'd take the opportunity to ask that. It's the question that had been looming around all this time. The one you thought you had already answered. "I told you, I'm still gonna go back."

"Bullshit, Rudy." His voice is harder, even harsher than he expected from the look in his eyes. But you knew that this was coming. You just wanted him to force the rest of the words out. "If you wanted to go back, you wouldn't have taken it."

"Yeah, well, I'm not staying."

He takes his eyes off the road to take a long look at you. Then he turns back, chuckling dryly. "This is about us, isn't it? This is about you thinking that I won."

"I told you." You wring your wrist, looking straight ahead. You can see the gate of the hotel. "You didn't."

"Trust me." He grips his hands at ten and two on the wheel. "I would've lost you either way that night."

[write-yearn-love]

sour apple, baby, but you taste so sweet

[Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x reader]

You would never say that you fell out of love with Jake. And you know that he wouldn't say that either. It was a case of too much. There was just too much love between you that didn't know where to go without feeling suffocating. And you weren't willing to be suffocated.

When you meet him again, all your past doesn't come back at once. It's in waves.

And you don't suffocate in waves. You drown.

[coming soon]

warnings: reader is an emergency medicine resident due to my pitt obsession, reader's nickname is Rudy, the supporting cast are the pitt characters, no use of y/n, angst, angst, angst, mentions of parental deaths, other minor deaths, mild gore, googled medical conditions and treatments, smut.

slow ride (a peak inside)

№1. stuck between my teeth, just like a candy bar

№2. you're sensible, i'm hating it

№3. as love and its decisive pain

№4. boxing with no gloves

set to: halsey, hozier and taylor swift among others.

moodboard

based on: the three elements of life

the gorgeous dividers are by @uzmacchiato and @somebitchprobably-graphicdump

[write-yearn-love]

I'm curious. What's the market for a Jake Seresin fic, right now?

[sipofchai]

how do you like your eggs in the morning?

a landing page for Sperm Donor Fic, a.k.a. a Ryland Grace/Reader drabble that sprouted legs and became a three-part series. ao3 link here, tumblr links below.

Part 1: Scrambled: You fell head over heels for Ryland Grace when you were twelve and he was thirteen. You let him break your heart when you were eighteen and he was nineteen (and an asshole). Now you're thirty-four. Now you're single, and determined to stay that way. Now you know better than to expect anything more from him than friendship, and advice, and maybe some sperm while you're at it?

Part 2: Shirred: When he was thirteen, Ryland made you a promise. At nineteen, he fulfilled it. You sort of wished he hadn't. At thirty-four, you've made yourself a promise. You are trying very hard to keep it. You really wish you weren't.

Interlude: Poached: An invitation. A garden. A dozen things he could have done differently.

Part 3: Sunny Side Up: ?

The original drabble/concept

Works inspired by the fic:

What's the difference? by @write-yearn-love

Ryland looking at you and Tyler by @alleaaal

Hashtags (at the bottom of this post):

#egg art -> fanworks inspired by the fic

#egg memes -> memes ab the fic

#egg meta -> writing thoughts/BTS thoughts

#egg songs -> the playlist

#eggs: [chapter title] -> asks/posts pertaining to specific chapters

#eggs: hatched -> asks/drabbles about dad!Ryland

#sperm donor au -> every post I've ever made related to this fic/AU

[write-yearn-love]

AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Thank you so so much for the tag chai! I'm so honoured to be part of the eggs universe!

[write-yearn-love]

What's the difference?

can you trust the boy?

who held your hand when you were joking about running away,

who remembered your words years late,

who tries so hard to be nonchalant that he's non-whatever he was trying not to be?

you can't trust a boy like him.

...

can you trust the man?

who's good, in the bed, and begging for your head,

while you're taking his young for your gain.

who's giving you everything for the fun of it,

for the fake 'good friendship' of it.

who's so good at being, that you want him to be yours.

can I trust a man like that?

can I trust him again?

a/n: so this tiny piece of poetry was inspired by 'how do you like your eggs in the morning?' by @sipofchai. when i read the prompt I had expected something funny and cute that i could read and then go to sleep. well, guess who was terribly wrong? moi! this is one of the best pieces of fanfiction that i've ever read in my entire life. so, if you're someone who likes xreader fics, definitely give this a try.

and thank you, chai, for letting me use your amazing story as an inspiration. never ever stop writing for us poor readers' sake.

lots of luv

[the gorgeous dividers, as always, are by the talented @uzmacchiato ]

[sipofchai]

wait I'm WEEPING this is so beautiful. thank you for the kind words, and also for turning the dynamic between these two characters into this masterpiece!!! oh my goodness oh my goodness oh my goodness

[write-yearn-love]

AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

thank you so much, that is so kind of you! Your attention to detail makes it so easy to find things to write about! I'm so glad that you like it!

[write-yearn-love]

What's the difference?

can you trust the boy?

who held your hand when you were joking about running away,

who remembered your words years late,

who tries so hard to be nonchalant that he's non-whatever he was trying not to be?

you can't trust a boy like him.

...

can you trust the man?

who's good, in the bed, and begging for your head,

while you're taking his young for your gain.

who's giving you everything for the fun of it,

for the fake 'good friendship' of it.

who's so good at being, that you want him to be yours.

can I trust a man like that?

can I trust him again?

a/n: so this tiny piece of poetry was inspired by 'how do you like your eggs in the morning?' by @sipofchai. when i read the prompt I had expected something funny and cute that i could read and then go to sleep. well, guess who was terribly wrong? moi! this is one of the best pieces of fanfiction that i've ever read in my entire life. so, if you're someone who likes xreader fics, definitely give this a try.

and thank you, chai, for letting me use your amazing story as an inspiration. never ever stop writing for us poor readers' sake.

lots of luv

[the gorgeous dividers, as always, are by the talented @uzmacchiato ]

[write-yearn-love]

a cold towel

he will bring you a cold towel,

he will sit at the edge of the leather couch,

too expensive to muddy or bleed on,

and set you in it.

he will wipe your brows,

hold the clean rag under your nose,

and swipe down your chin and neck.

the wrist band he bought you as a joke can hold your arms,

and your next birthday gift will be muay thai lessons.

as long as you come home,

he'll bring you a cold towel.

so, next time he calls,

please pick up the damn phone.

★ the gorgeous dividers are by @uzmacchiato ★

[write-yearn-love]

nothing he saves is you.

he can say it louder,

but you heard it the first time.

you'd rather be slaughtered like a lamb,

than be led to the slaughter.

he won't understand the twitch of your lips,

or your curling hands.

just as you can't be a thousand feet above,

without a brown paper bag.

you can breathe through it.

you can live through it.

you will sleep through it, when you must.

and you can't comprehend,

why the saviour of the sailors and common men,

can't look at you as you untie your laces by his side?

it's because you're not the one thinking about,

how none of things he saves,

is you.

★the gorgeous dividers are by @uzmacchiato ★

[write-yearn-love]

where would i go?

you're home, half a year maybe.

And i walk through the door and you sigh out,

"baby, what's the purple on your hand?

where'd you get that red on your neck?"

i'll rest my ear on the left of your chest.

shake my head, ask you about the dinner clams,

and sunday plans.

you're warm beneath, and you breathe,

into my hair.

"get out of there."

i'll laugh again, because where would i go?

i'm meant for blood, with its vicious, viscous flow.

you're the sky, and you wouldn't hear otherwise.

so, why would i?

★the beautiful dividers by @uzmacchiato ★

[write-yearn-love]

Presenting...

the three elements of life

three poems. three phases of the relationship. falling in love with him was your choice. falling out of love was a tragedy. and when he's groveling at your feet, what will you do?

the wind and his doubts: where would I go?

water asked her: nothing he saves is you

if the earth didn't turn again: a cold towel

a/n: so, this a jake seresin x emergency medicine reader from my now top gun obsessed ass. I swear I haven't forgotten about redamancy. I'm just not good with what I've written and I keep rewriting and rewriting and it's not actually working. So, here goes.

[write-yearn-love]

presenting...

the three worlds.

a trilogy of interconnected poems about the right person, right time, right world. just a few moments plucked from the love that they hope to share with a world they don't exist in.

his planet, saturn: damn it, she was held

earth song: make peace, sob

venus and her mess: eurydice

it was nice of you to visit. please never come back. let the lovers be. but not me.

the gorgeous dividers are by @uzmacchiato

[write-yearn-love]

eurydice

i love him.

i love him so.

i love him so much.

i love him so much that,

i love him so much that I,

i love him so much that I would,

i love him so much that I would still,

i love him so much that I would still my,

i love him so much that I would still my shaking,

i love him so much that I would still my shaking hands,

to rub his aching back.

★gorgeous dividers by @uzmacchiato ★

[write-yearn-love]

make peace, sob

there's this story.

it's about a boy.

it's about how his mom made him his middle school science project.

and his dad got the light in it.

he won first. one look, and it's the family secret.

there's this story.

it's about a teen.

he walked past the recruiting office last week.

and his girlfriend yelled 'make peace, SOB'.

he never told her he looked back

and they broke up when he went back.

there's this story.

it's about a guy,

you know, the one who could pull nine G's,

and folds his clothes without a crease.

who didn't feel himself rocking on the balls of his feet.

there's this story.

it's about a man.

it's the one you met on the mezzanine.

he called you the wrong name once, or sometime.

you love it, so you keep letting him get away.

he's older, and you're not tall enough to reach the weight of his mistakes.

but under your skin, he stops shaking at the knees.

you hold him a little tighter and don't let him know what you've seen.

★gorgeous dividers by @uzmacchiato ★

[write-yearn-love]

damn it, she was held.

god damn, she was held.

you didn't win her over with your chipped tooth grin,

or your crooked nose reset from all your wins.

you didn't expect her to know all the broken things you have been,

she wasn't behind your fight scenes.

when you called her name from the kitchen,

she leaned on the door in her cardigan.

and she won't know why you called her,

and you can't tell her without scaring her.

she grew up careful but porcelain,

with fragile little whims.

but when you call her and except a hum,

she'll give you eveything.

because, god damn it, she was held,

and she knows you weren't.

★gorgeous dividers by @uzmacchiato ★

[mariasont]

YOUR BOARDING PASS HAS ARRIVED!

reblog to get your passport stamped!

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[write-yearn-love]

Ma'am may I request a passport, pretty please 🥹

[mariasont]

[mariasont]

YOUR BOARDING PASS HAS ARRIVED!

reblog to get your passport stamped!

this is part of my 2 year celebration: maria's summer in santorini 𓆉°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ to learn more, click here!

MARIA'S SUMMER IN SANTORINI MASTERLIST

[write-yearn-love]

Ma'am may I request a passport, pretty please 🥹