shit to write

kiss it better

[pairing]: bucky x reader
[warnings]: smut, accidental electrocution, bangin on a table, riding, dirty talk (kind of?), sucking on injuries (is that a warning), there’s no condom. 
[words]: 3.2K 
[prompt]: reader is a orthotist at stark industries hired to take care of bucky’s arm. one wrong move, and sparks literally fly. (based on this request)
[a/n]: thank you to the anon that sent this in, i was seriously struggling with the angst in the other fics i’m working on. i’m not super happy with the beginning, but hey. the smut is nice. also???? not sure of orthotist is the right word???? google may have betrayed me??? 

masterlist | request

Keep reading

I’m sorry this is late but this is for the PJO discord server Valentines Exchange for @ephemeralfirefly also sorry if the format’s confusing or anything


Sometimes, knowing what you want is harder than not knowing. Sometimes, being too aware of something is worse than not being aware of what’s happening. Sometimes, knowing you’re in love can be worse than not being able to decipher your feelings, because they all start crushing you in waves.

And man, did Nico feel like he was being crushed.


Sometimes, Will wondered what it would be like, if just for a moment, he forgot about everything. About all of his feelings, all of his thoughts. If he could just be, and put away all of his worries, his fears. It was like he was drowning, except instead of water there was emotions. Too many to bear. Sometimes, just sometimes, Will wondered if he would have still felt like this if he hadn’t met Nico. Sometimes, Will wondered if he would want to feel this was if he hadn’t met Nico.


At first it was the little things. It was the way Will would come in after school, the way his cheeks always seemed just a little bit flushed. It was the way he grasped the neck of his guitar while trying to find the tune that fit what he was trying to do. It was the way his hair would fall into his face as he studied for his next exam. It was the way he would fall asleep with his book still open in his lap, mouth slightly open and soft snores coming out.

It was the way Will would ask if Nico was alright throughout the day.


Will walked into his and Nico’s apartment, tired from walking up the four flights of stairs. He shifted the books from one arm to the other so he could pull out his keys and unlock the apartment door. Looking inside, he saw his roommate sitting by their kitchen table. “Hey Neeks, did you have a good day?” Will asks that every day, by now expecting – and looking forward – to Nico’s immediate response of “Don’t call me Neeks.” There’s usually a pause, about 30 seconds or so, before Nico answers the question, though it’s usually a vague “I’m fine” or “It’s good” or “eh, it’s been better.” Will still looks forward to hearing it.

 

Will enjoys it when he can sit down with his guitar. Music just calms him, for some reason. Maybe because it reminded him of his mom. Maybe because of the way it can tell a story. It’s so easy for Will to just loose himself in the music, strumming the chords, finding what sounds right and what doesn’t. Finding out what fits. Learning how to play his and Nico’s favourite songs just made him feel right, even though he knew that he wasn’t that good. The way Nico’s eyes would light up when he recognized a song that Will played had to be one of his favourite parts of playing guitar.


Sometimes, Nico caught himself absent mindlessly staring at Will. Sometimes, just sometimes, Nico dared to hope that Will stared at him too. Sometimes, he wished that he’d look up and see those blue eyes looking at him back. Sometimes, he wished that he’d never be caught. Sometimes, he wondered if he should just talk about it.


Will ran a hand through his hair and looked up. Whenever he had exams, Will constantly struggled with whether or not he wants to see Nico. It’s not that Nico was annoying or a bother, not at all. That wasn’t to say that Nico wasn’t a distraction, though. It’s not that he tries to be, but with the way his hair falls into his eyes and his lips part just so, it’s hard to not get distracted. Nico’s a nice distraction though. Sometimes, Will would look up only to see Nico looking at him first. He couldn’t stop blushing whenever that happened.

Sometimes, the little things turn out to be so much more than you expected them to be. Sometimes they turn into something so much more important than you thought they would be. Sometimes, they are the actions, the words, the expressions that make all the difference. Sometimes, it can make you fall even harder. Sometimes, you may regret ever noticing it.

There were moments that Nico wished he never noticed it. There were moments when his heart hurt and he wondered “What would happen if I had never met Will?” There were moments when he wondered if – in another life time – he would’ve gotten these feelings for someone else. There were moments when he would berate himself for ever thinking like that. There were moments when he’d wonder if Will thought the same about him.


Will looked at Nico. Looked at the way he would suck on his lip when he was concentrating. Looked at the way he would constantly push his hair from over his eyes behind his ears. Will smiled softly as he stood and walked towards the kitchen.


And then – then – maybe everything will add together. Then all the little things you’ve noticed begins to make sense. And maybe, just maybe, your feelings will be reciprocated.

Nico knows this his feelings sure were.


Honestly, if there was one person that Will knew he wouldn’t be able to live without, it had to be Nico. Nico, his roommate. Nico, one of his best friends. Nico, the person that Will had fallen in love with.

Nico was such a big part of his life, there was no way that things would be the same without him. And Will loved that. Now, to see whether or not Nico felt the same way about him…


“Will? Where are you taking me?”

“Don’t worry about it Neeks, we’re almost there.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “What part of “don’t call me Neeks” don’t you understand?”

Will turned around and gave him a soft smile. “All of it, now c’mon.”

If Nico was being honest, he liked being like this. He liked the way Wil’s hand felt in his as Will lead him to gods-know-where. He liked the peacefulness of it all. What he wasn’t expecting, though, was a blanket strewn on the floor with a candle in the middle and a basket next to it.

Nico looked towards Will, who was giving him a nervous smile. “So, did I do good?”

“Yeah, you dork. Yeah, you did.”

He Tian x Mo Guanshan Tianshan week Day 7

He Tian x Mo Guanshan  - A jerk which I came to like more and more

(Mo Guanshan’s POV, a summary from almost all events with them and how Momo felt)


Mo Guanshan recalls which thoughts he had during the shit He Tian put him through while laying on his bed, confused. He tries to understand why it turned out like this and why named devil saved him from being framed. And finally, he realizes it.

_______________________________________________________

He hits me.

Every day, wherever I am, wherever we are.

I won’t forget the day I met him as long as I live, the memory of his sinister, coal black eyes imprinted into my soul like a brand on a slave.

I threatened him to fight, oh if I already knew back there what he would do to me.

His hair so dark that no one could be sure if it was actually brown or black, the smooth strands falling over his eyes, overshadowing them just enough to make them more dangerous than they were from the start. A body which makes me cringe with disgust, I hate how tall he is, taller than me, trained shoulders and long, strong arms like it wouldn’t cause him any trouble lifting me up. I hope I will never find out if he could do that. Although I already know the answer.

How can someone be this handsome, it is absurd.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Shallura prompt: Allura wearing Shiro's shirt. She almost wears it to breakfast before Shiro stops her.

F l u f f 

—–

Shiro had made sure they were careful. If he and Allura were going to spend nights together, they had to be discrete about it. Shiro was more nervous about it than Allura was, but she respected his worries nonetheless. If keeping quiet about them made Shiro feel better, then Allura would keep her mouth shut.

Allura’s eyes fluttered open at the usual time, and she immediately felt Shiro’s breath against her neck. He was a giant cuddle monster when he was tired or asleep, and Allura did not mind in the slightest. However, she needed to go run over a drill with Coran, but she couldn’t exactly move.

Shiro’s head was on her shoulder, leaning into her neck. His flesh arm was wrapped around her waist, and their legs were tangled together. Allura couldn’t help but smile, feeling the steady rise and fall of her hand against his back, which rattled slightly as the paladin let out soft snores. She couldn’t help herself as she ran her hand through his hair, and he stirred. She clicked her tongue affectionately.

“I’m sorry, Shiro, did I wake you?”

Shiro pulled Allura closer to him, not opening his eyes.

“’mmfine.”

Allura had to bite back a laugh as she ran her fingers over his scalp again, and listened to the content noise he made.

“I have to go meet Coran.”

Shiro quite literally pouted, shaking his head.

“Don’t.”

“I have to, love.”

Shiro let out a groan, but finally untangled himself from her. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and pushed herself to her feet, stretching. She heard the bed shift from behind her, and suddenly Shiro’s arms were wrapping around her waist. He leaned his head against her back, and she smirked, resting her hands on top of his.

“You’ve got to let me go, Shiro.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“I don’t want you to either, but we have to run an alarm drill later and we need to prepare.”

Again, with a groan, Shiro released her, but this time, he stood from the bed. Allura had to stop herself from making a noise as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then moved to get himself dressed.

Allura ended up throwing something on and made her way to the door, but Shiro’s hand on her wrist stopped her. She turned back to him, seeing the worried expression on his face.

“What is it?”

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

Allura glanced down at herself, realizing she was in one of Shiro’s black t-shirts. She frowned, grabbing the bottoms of it to take it off, but Shiro stopped her.

“I didn’t say you had to take it off.”

Allura froze, and the pair shared a smile.

She leaned up to give Shiro a quick kiss, which he gladly returned.

“Lance is going to tease us, you know.” She murmured, and Shiro grinned.

“I think I can live with that.”

So I just watched an anime movie called “Your Name.” and let me tell you, I didn’t need that kind of fucking stress and god damn emotions half past midnight on a Sunday before I have a bullshit exam. Didn’t need it. Wasn’t fucking called for! God damn shit ass mother-of-a-dong-merchent fuck I loved this movie.

I just drove my sister’s truck from the hospital near downtown Orlando to her house and came across gridlock at 1:30 in the morning.  Flashing lights meant a bad accident.  People behind me were honking as if that’s going to move traffic along.  Spent about an hour waiting while they cleared that section of I-4 out.

Most of the time, I spend my days relatively anxious and depressed, but sometimes I gain a little perspective.  I lead a fairly comfortable existence, I have steady work, I have a family and friends who love me, and I’m pretty healthy for a man nearing middle age, and the truck has AC.  So while the future is blurry and uncertain, I have the certainty of the now and, sometimes, just being in it, stuck in traffic in the middle of the night with the soft hum of the AC and the blabber on talk radio to keep me company, is worth living for.

Sun Ray

For @nooreva‘s HP femslash bingo!!

(tagging the lovelies @hexmionegranger and @nymphadoraholtzmann again)

AU: Road Trip

  • They’ve been lost for hours now and when another pasture full of the same pattern of cows passes by, Katie lets out an audible sigh.
  • She glances over at Alicia, whose jaw is clenched, hands tight on the steering wheel.
  • “Fine. Just say it,” Alicia grits out and Katie doesn’t hide her pride in being right.
  • “We’re lost. I said we should’ve asked for help at least four pastures ago.”
  • Alicia’s glare is enough to break the windshield and Katie is a bit disappointed when that doesn’t happen. 
  • At first, this road trip was something Katie was looking forward to, going truly off the grid, using only maps and not the ones on their phones.
  • Then, the crossroads stopped making sense, arguments of which way to turn blew up, the sullen silence thick in the small space of the car. 
  • “Oh, look. More cows,” Katie points, sarcasm heavy on her tongue.
  • With a grunt, Alicia jerks the wheel and pulls over the car, Katie’s momentum only stopped by her seatbelt when the car comes to a still.
  • Switching the car off, Alicia bolts out of the front seat and runs into the nearby pasture, screaming.
  • Katie watches with a blank face as Alicia thrashes around, cursing to the earth and sky with cows running every which way.
  • The faint sound of cow bells is a nice touch, Katie thinks to herself.
  • Alicia’s fit goes on for a good five minutes and Katie waits until Alicia leans over, out of breath, to leave the car.
  • Alicia is on the point of tears when Katie approaches and Katie stops just a few steps away.
  • “I’m sorry. I know we’re both tired and hungry. I shouldn’t have said those things just to annoy you.”
  • Alicia glances over at Katie and tears roll down her face as she holds a hand to her forehead.
  • “No, I’m sorry,” she blubbers out. “I should’ve stopped like you said. I just wanted to impress you.”
  • Katie can’t help the small laugh that leaves her and relief washes over her body when Alicia starts laughing through her tears.
  • The two are quick to hug and once Alicia’s tears dry up, they walk back to the car, hand in hand.
  • “What about that place right there?” Alicia points to a small inn not far from where the car is parked. “To stay for the night that is.”
  • Katie is more than ready to turn in for the day and she nods eagerly as Alicia squeezes her hand.
  • Despite it all, Katie wouldn’t mind terribly if they got lost again, if only to remind herself just why she loves Alicia so much.

anonymous asked:

this is like the third prompt I've given you so far and I don't plan on stopping(the first was the Hamilton and then the homeless) ANYWAY so Klance Au where Keith is a mute and Lance learns to read and speak sign language to understand what Keith is saying, so F L U F F

Never stop sending me prompts anon ilysm

I’m going through some shit rn and all that’s giving me motivation to not break down is responding to asks/prompts, so you’re helping me here more than you know.

ANYWAYS, hope you enjoy!

—–

Lance was sitting at their regular table at lunch, with Hunk and Pidge across from him as per usual. He was telling them about the latest episode of Doctor Who he had watched, and they listened with open ears. None of them hadn’t even noticed that Shiro wasn’t with them as per usual. Sometimes he would leave to go sit with his girlfriend, Allura, but he normally sat with them on Wednesdays.

So when Shiro cleared his throat to stop Lance in the middle of his rant, he spun around to tell him off for not only being late, but cutting him off. He quickly stopped himself when he saw Shiro wasn’t alone. There was a boy standing beside him with a black mullet, a red jacket, and fingerless gloves. Lance already didn’t like this kid, but he ignored him.

“What the hell, Shiro? You’re late!”

Shiro smiled apologetically. He was a year older than everyone, other than Pidge, who was a freshman. Shiro was the senior, but so was Allura whenever she decided to hang out with them.

“I’m sorry. I had to show Keith around.” Shiro gave Keith a smile, who hesitantly returned it, “Can we sit?”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

OKAY SO- like a Klance or Shallura Au (whichever you prefer) its like one of them is well on their feet and making good money so they decided to help a homeless person get back up on their feet but end up falling in love in the process, do you get what I'm saying?

It got weird near the end but I’m really proud of this? It has both Klance AND Shallura. Keith and Lance also sing A Lovely Night from La La Land at the end, then realize their weird love for each other. 

Hope you enjoy!

——–

Lance’s mother had always taught him to be generous and considerate of others. He knew how to look after pretty much anyone, and had babysat more times than he could actually count. Lance had always been a people person. Every Sunday, he would go down and volunteer at a soup kitchen for as long as they needed him. The woman in charge, Allura, always gave him a serving or two to take home afterwards.

She was a sweet lady. He could be himself around her. Sometimes, he would get her to talk about her home life. From what he knew, she had no children, but she lived with her brother. Their father had died when they were teenagers, and it had been them ever since.

The pair were stationed behind the main counter, Lance holding a ladle and an empty bowl when the main doors opened.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

do you think j'onn would ever read his s/o's mind to see what they like? and getting pretty self conscious and subtly shifts to what he thinks their dream person is?

D:

i mean like… it’s not completely Out Of The Realm of Possibility esp because knowing what their Dream Person looks like (if it’s not just. a picture of j’onn in their head) makes him a little more conscious of looking Too Martian so he puts a lot of effort into looking not so green and when they point it out he acts Aloof like… what do u mean… oh haha silly me i was using this as a disgu…ise…. nothing to see here except your very loving partner who cares deeply for how u view him!!! (the last part is in his head but is still. very much so conveyed by how hella nervous he looks)

And the water is so cold and empty and nothing is happy.
I’ll never go home to them again, my heart closed off.
My heart closed with a hologram with you, blue and purple and yellow and green.
Nothing is ever happy again, nothing happy can be interpreted from my soul again.
I am a vessel for his sadness, for her empty void feelings.
I am a quartz crystal, vibrating with alternating feelings that pour out of me, from my raw throat and red eyes.
And you can’t feel anything from me anymore, because I am quartz.
I have no feelings of my own.
The water is not mine.
If I don’t claim it, it’s not mine.
Who does it pass onto, who claims this water-bloated mess of me?
Not you, or you, you or you?
Nobody stays. Nobody wants.
Everyone wants a taste of the water, of the curious color-changing soul that pours out, but runs once they taste the salt.
Nobody wants me.

honestly im just angry that BOTH ursa & ozai used the children as stepping stones for their own abusive relationship . in every flashback   (   esp in The Search   )    you can see how both children were just caught in the crossfire of these shitty ass parents.

anonymous asked:

So you had Zelda night, I played Zelda earlier; so now the obvious question is: would Shiro and Matt have nights like these? If yes, which one is the one playing? Who's the one who wants to finish 100% and who's the one who just wants to kick some evil's ass?

In canon?  Maybe.  In Spectrum?  Not until Post-Galra since they weren’t friends at the GG.  In a modern AU?  Hell yes.

They trade of playing, but more often it’s Shiro.  He gets twitchy and frustrated when Matt keeps failing at something and he thinks he can do it (often he’s just as bad, but he’s juuuuust barely better enough to justify being kind of a control freak).  Eventually Matt will just roll his eyes and shove it into Shiro’s hands if he’s died a couple of times, because otherwise Shiro backseat plays (HIT HIM!  DODGE.  MATT, C’MON, DODGE BACK!!).

Matt is an utter completionist, always.  Shiro is fine with this because it means better toys for later in the game, but if it was just him he’d go ahead and complete the objectives set out and not go off tilting at windmills.  But Matt needs every skulltula.  You don’t understand, Shiro, I don’t care if it’s not worth it after the wallets.  ALL OF THEM.  So, really, it works out best when Matt is sitting on a guide.  Shiro doesn’t like being told how to complete the puzzles at first, but he doesn’t mind Matt pointing out hidden stuff that they’d miss otherwise.

Shiro is also the sort of ass who just randomly button mashes for the Scarecrow Song, and then they have to scramble to remember it because he forgot the game doesn’t save it.  Matt still hasn’t let him live it down.

There’s a few other games they treat like this, notably Okami.  They still haven’t had a 100 percent ‘found all the animals’ run.  Someday.

so last night i was rereading house proud by astolat, aka the best harry potter fic there ever ever was, & then i started having Thoughts about hp wizards being the descendants of the fae cuz it just makes!! so much sense!!!

i am perpetually disappointed by so much of jkr’s world-building but this in particular bothers me so much cause like

she placed so much emphasis on blood lines & ~purity but the only ever used it as a shite allegory for racism

u know who gives a thousand shits about blood lines? the fae. u know who goes to great lengths to exist separately from humans? the fae. u know whose society is split into groups based on personality? the fae!!

the evolution of wizarding society makes so much more sense!! if u interpret them as being fae adapting to the changing world!!!

the signs as fake quotes my weird cousin has attributed to famous authors

aries: as oscar Wilde once famously said, ‘fuck men’

taurus: i believe it was percy shelley who wrote ‘why cry over spilled milk when instead u could cry over everything

gemini: you can lead a horse to water, but u can’t make the horse drink that fucking water if it wants vodka instead. sun tzu said that.

cancer: y’know, steinbeck once screamed ‘death to capitalism’ while setting himself on fire, and i couldn’t agree more.

leo: i was trying to think of a hemingway quote, but thankfully i just remembered that i don’t give a shit about hemingway

virgo: Flintstone vitamins are for losers. William shakespeare.

libra: did you know that that nicki minaj took the lyrics “i beez in the trap” straight from jane austen’s iconic 1813 novel pride and Prejudice?

scorpio: maya angelou actually invented the acronym NSFW, did u know that? 'Not Safe From Whites’. they’re coming

sagittarius: the most inspirational thing walt whitman ever said was ‘dance like nobody’s watching’ that man was a poet

capricorn: ‘be there or be…gay! lol jk don’t be gay’ ~ the bible, chapter 5 verse 17

aquarius: honey, as Faulkner said once, ‘eat shit mark twain’. words to live by

pisces: nietzsche once said that dante was a ‘hyena that wrote poetry on tombs’ and i’m not making that shit up because nothing is funnier than that