what is this rain on my face

Under my umbrella

Lutteoficweek (x) is here! I am super excited about it and am completely ignoring the fact my exams start this week and I shouldn’t even be thinking about ficweeks and tumblr. Anyway, here we go!

Day 1:  „It’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so I offered for us to share but this was a mistake because you’re tall and I am not and the wind is blowing water in my face and goddammit get down here.“

It wasn’t just a little bit of rain.

Luna wouldn’t have minded some rain drops. On the contrary. A little bit of rain felt refreshing, as if the water drops danced on her skin. A little bit of brain dropping against her window while she laid in bed was one of her favorite sounds.

But she wasn’t inside and this wasn’t a little bit of rain. This was a monsoon.

“Matteo, what are you doing?”, Luna yelled out when Matteo with no warning pulled her under a bus stop. “What does it look like? Waiting here till this is over.”

“No, no, you know we can’t, we have training today!”, she protested. In return, he only snorted. “Well, you wanted to walk and I don’t have any umbrella with me, so it’s the only choice except you want to get sick, of course.”

“I have one”, Luna interrupted but immediately regretted it at the frown on his face. No comment because she had managed to not forget something, no teasing about the privilege of sharing an umbrella with him. Nothing but this distant grimace.

Lately, he’d been in this bad mood whenever she saw him. He smiled less, avoided her more and she never brought up the courage anymore to ask for a free-style dance with him. It hurt right at the left side of her chest. Sometimes in her stomach too and on a particularly bad day, a few tears began building up in her eyes. She simply wanted her chico fresa back, the arrogant idiot who tipped her over the edge better than anyone else. 

However, she had to admit to herself that walking alone with him from school might not make it into the list of her best ideas.

She cleared her throat. “I mean, I have an umbrella. We could share, so we won’t miss training.” Her voice used to be filled with more confidence.

He didn’t return her glare. “Yeah, fine.”

It wasn’t fine. Not for Luna, at least. While her umbrella was big and covered Matteo completely, the height difference between them caused the wind to blow mercilessly in her face, not to speak about the heavy rain drops soaking her uniform.

Although this wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was him walking next to her in silence. A silence with no attempt to pretend everything was okay, no attempt to pretend he avoided touching her. If she only knew what had happened, if she only knew why he acted like this…

She couldn’t bear the silence a second more. “Man, this weather sucks”, she blurted out, hoping he’d say something, anything. She’d walk the seven seas to get him to tease her, or fight over who skated into whom back in Cancun.

“Well, this is your fault”, he replied, eyes fixed on the street. Her heart sank in her chest. “You wanted to walk. I could be sitting in my father’s car now, or even on the couch with a strawberry milkshake. By the way, why were you even so eager to walk? Is there at least any special reason?”

Of course, and more than one. Actually, there were hundreds of reasons. Starting with how much she missed him and ending with this one thing that refused to leave her head, that kept her tossing and turning and awake at night. “Yes, sure. We never got to talk about you and Ámbar. How you broke up. And well, I wanted to ask… are you okay?”

Again, a snort. Luna hated this sound. She was so sick and tired of hearing it. She didn’t want any more of it. She wanted his laugh. His eyes lightning up at her sight. His stupid comments so she could roll her eyes and tell him to not be such a snob.

“Why?”, Matteo asked. Defeated, Luna sighed. Because I can’t believe you are treating me like a stranger, even now, and Nina says this might be connected to your break-up and I need answers.

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Does it matter if I am?”

She shot him a look. He seemed incredibly tense and so focused on not turning his head towards her. No surprise he was oblivious to how her hair got more wet each minute or how her uniform stuck to her skin, leaving her freezing. But once they reached the Jam&Roller, she could change into different clothes. He, however, might not change back to the old Matteo.

Luna huffed. “To me it does.”

“If you need to know, I broke up with Ámbar, yes. I realized I’m in love with someone else.” A shiver ran over her spine. Perhaps it was only the rain creeping underneath her clothes? “In love with someone else?”

He nodded. Luna got lost staring at him for a second before it hurt too much. “Yeah, she’s the most important person in the world to me.” She must be the luckiest girl then. Out loud, Luna replied: “Shouldn’t you be happy then?” Her teeth rattled.

“I don’t think she’ll ever see it. She lives on the moon when it comes to that. And I don’t want to ruin it anyway.” Honestly, if it wasn’t for the rain and his mood, she’d tease him endlessly about being afraid. But she got too cold now, with the wind blowing and making her shiver even more. Before she knew it, she blurted out: “Just get down here already!”

Matteo stopped. Turned towards her. Blinked. Blinked a second time. “You are wet.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Either he pretended to not see her eyeroll or he chose to ignore it. In any way, he pulled her under a canopy. Gone was the harsh, distant expression on this face, instead she found worry in his eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why are you so grumpy?”, she shot back, arms crossed. Matteo let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. Really. Wait, let me warm you”, he added and pulled her into his arms, close, too close. Her brain gave up.

He radiated heat – how? – he smelled so good and she felt like a junkie finally receiving her shot again. He got her so good. Right there, right then, she wanted to stop the clocks forever.

Suddenly, his breath tickled her ear. “Honestly, I thought you were talking about something else when you just yelled at me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Matteo”, Luna muttered into his chest. When she was wrapped up like this, being mad at him became impossible. “What should I have been talking about?”

“About what I said. About this girl.”

“What? How could I be talking about this girl when I don’t know who she…”, their eyes found each other. The coldness in his brown had disappeared. Instead, she discovered a new spark in them, soft and bright like a star in the night sky. It took her breath away. “Oh”, she whispered, certain she never had seen him looking at someone like that. Not even Ámbar. Just her. “Oh”, she repeated. This time, it sounded more like a question.


He threw the umbrella on the ground. With both arms free now, his hands rested on her waist, holding her tight, no space left between them. His clothes got wet too, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Luna”, he started, her name coming across his lips like the only thing he was meant to say, “If it was for me, I’d be sharing much more with you than just an umbrella.”

“I wouldn’t call what you did sharing”, she managed to bring out before his mouth landed on hers. She felt him smiling into the kiss. Soon she was too, forgotten the weather, the training. And the cold she got the next day was completely worth it.


Lutteo ficweek - Day 1

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Prompt: It’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so I offered for us to share but this was a mistake because you’re tall and I’m not and the wind is blowing water in my face and goddamit get down here.

What was I think when I offered for us to share the umbrella?

Matteo is gigantic and I’m just a normal sized person. Okay, it’s the other way around, he is average height and I’m bit below average. Anyway, I’m getting wet holding the umbrella above Matteo’s head: it is too high for protecting me from the water.

The wind is blowing it right on me, not even my face is safe, and Matteo can’t notice because he doesn’t look at me. We are awkward with each other. To say we aren’t on good terms would be to say too little. The start of our ending was when his father stated he wouldn’t support some wanderer dreamer. This changed Matteo’s whole life; he started working at Jam & Roller and moved in with Simón. In the beginning, it was pretty fun, we’d loved spending so much time together. Although, we forgot you can’t change your whole life and still be the same living it.

That came unexpectedly. After a while, everything around Matteo was gray and miserable, nothing was able of making Matteo’s smile appear. He trapped himself within so many barriers, soon, it was impossible to reach him.

Matteo doesn’t show his real feelings for anyone anymore, just how hugely annoyed he is by your presence. He wore a mask, faking every day. I know him well enough to know that the main reason for this huge act is that Matteo misses his family, which is perfectly normal, but he doesn’t admit it is happening to him. His mask didn’t take long to began to crack, all the pretense failing, he began to easily lose his calm with both customers and friends.

It was unbearable, we couldn’t be in the same room for long without yelling and hurting each other. Matteo stopped messaging me and I stopped calling him. We skated one last time, but Matteo seemed to have lost all his rhythm, his swing, his love.

Our last date was sorrowful. We were supposed to chill, Netflix and pizza, we were trying to save our relationship, but the two of us were so full of grief. The love we felt was lost in all the soreness we were feeling.

We collapsed.

“Life is not a dream, Luna. It’s childish of you to believe something will happen just because you want it so bad.” That was the last thing I heard from him that night.

After that, I ran from the apartment. I was suffocating being the same room as him and only distance could make me breathe properly. I was crying, blubbering on the sidewalk.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. He is making his life miserable and pushing everyone out. I couldn’t stand watching him destroying his life.

I’m so useless next to him.

That was our end.

But our breakup wasn’t the last time I saw him, we kept working in Jam & Roller, so we saw each other every day. Painfully, the following days were easier to work with him, our break up made his mood a bit better, his calm improved or at least that was what I thought because, some days after, he proved me wrong.

He provoked his dismissal by throwing a smoothie on Ámbar on purpose.He did that, then walked out of Jam & Roller, without saying a word.

“I only asked how this dumb was doing today!” Ámbar complained, whipping the smoothie away from her hair. I didn’t believe it was just that.

“Yes, he lost control at the question,” Nina confirmed, shocked. I sighed; it was only a greeting and he blew up. After a while, Nina pulled me a side. “Luna, he didn’t seem sober.”

Only hearing this phrase was already enough to make me go crazy with worry about him.

A fact about my feelings for Matteo: they didn’t change too much, I still worry about him, I still like him, I still want him around and  I don’t want to forget what we had, or him. The thing is, I missed him.

Simón assured me Matteo was fine later that day.

“He wanted that, Luna.” Simón comforted me through the phone. “Matteo need some space.”

“Matteo will move out?” I asked, shocked, as he finished his sentence. Matteo couldn’t move out, he had nowhere, no one besides Simón. Yeah, he even got Gastón away from him. Simón is the only one who is able of managing their weird friendship.

“No.” He answered only this. In his silence, Simón was revealing he couldn’t tell me more.

It’s been two weeks.

Today Matteo came to the rink when I was closing it, to get back his things from his locker. It was already late and raining a river, Matteo forgot his umbrella and I offered for us to share. I needed to speak with Simón, so I was going that way… And they say benevolence heals the soul. Plus, it’s just an act of charity toward Matteo, it means nothing.

On the other hand, my body doesn’t agree that this is nothing. My heart is racing and my lungs failing, not enough air rushing my system. My legs are weak and trembling like their bones have completely vanished, my stomach found its own rollercoaster and is riding it on repeat and my eyes are able to capture the world with much more colors than 15 minutes before.

But it all can absolutely be the rain’s fault. I’m totally soaked now. A sneeze comes. Good, I’m catching the flu.

“Bless you,” Matteo whispers and I think he thought I wasn’t going to hear, but I shockingly heard. He eyes me and sees I’m soaked. “ How…”

“You’re tall. I’m not. The Wind isn’t very merciful on our height difference,” I answered already knowing his question. Matteo leans in closer, lowering so the umbrella cover all of me. This short distance gets me struggling. I need a bigger distance or none at all. With the way he is leaning into me, it’s hard to keep logical sense. Luckily, we are walking, so it’s little easier to focus on anything else.

“Now you are safe.” He states and a small smile escapes through his lips when he notices it is too late, I already saw him. It made me breathless, if before I’d thought that not enough air was reaching my lungs, now I feel like no air is getting at all. I missed his smile so much.

Matteo looks away as I watch him like he is a ghost and will disappear once I blink. I don’t what to do. Should I say something? Ask how is he doing? I can’t, he threw a smoothie on Ámbar for asking it.

I can’t be afraid of Matteo, he wouldn’t do it to me. Plus, he doesn’t have a smoothie to throw on me, so no danger, at least physically. Although he still can hurt me seriously in other ways.

I’m not scared. Matteo would never do something on purpose to hurt someone. I haven’t heard his side of the story yet, I can’t unreasonably judge him and be scared. I need to hear him first.

“Matteo-” “-Luna-” We call at the same time, looking into the other’s eyes until he looks away.

“You can go first, Luna.” He says but I’m so surprised he’s talking to me that I give up my question.

“I want to hear you first.” I insist, anxiously waiting for his voice. He takes a deep breath before speaking,“I’m sorry.” I’m shocked. “I condemned you for the chaos in my life. I didn’t know what to do and you were slipping away. Then I lost my parent’s support, I lost a place to call home, I lost control, I lost…” He pauses. I know what’s coming and my eyes are blinded by the tears. “I lost you.” And the first tear streams down, followed by many others.

When Matteo faces me, I can see he also has tears running down his face.  He pulls me into his chest, embracing me tightly, the umbrella already landing on the ground, his hands holding my body, strong but delicate as if I was going to break at the smallest movement.

I missed him so much. His strawberry smell, his familiar warmth, his big hands on my waist, his curls being tangled in my fingers, his height that always makes me tiptoe to get more contact with his body. I could always come to his arms and forget the rest of the world.

“I’m sorry…” Matteo sobs in my hair, I caress his hair slowly.

“Don’t worry,” I answer, moving away from him a little, staring into his brown eyes. “We will be okay,” I nod in reassurance.

“You don’t hate me?” He asks the fear shining in his eyes, making my heart feel heavy. ‘veI never seen Matteo this broken.

“How could I ever?” I reply. He leans in and I turn my face. Another sneeze comes. It wouldn’t be so easy.

“You’re getting sick.” Matteo drops to the ground slowly reaching for the umbrella, he picks, it but it is soaked on the inside since it was laying on the ground upside down. I feel a bit bad for the way he is acting like nothing happened.  “Come on.” He entwines our fingers and pulls me along to run with him.

He’s acting so weird, first he appears on the Jam & Roller, then says he’s sorry, tries to kiss me and now runs with me. Something is definitely wrong.

We reach his building soon. Without saying anything, we head to the apartment. Once he opens the door, many boxes and two bags are in the center of the living room, I frown.

“Are you going to travel?” I ask, praying to all the gods and the stars that his answer is different from my biggest inner fear.

“I’m going back to Italy,” Matteo says, eyeing the floor. My stomach drops and desperation consumes me. “Guess what? My dad was right about me. I can’t live like this.”

“No, Matteo…” I exclaim, already crying again. I’m such a baby next to him.

“This our goodbye, chica delivery.”

“No!” I was hysterical. Breaking with him was hard enough, but at least he was here. Even if I didn’t see him, I knew he was here, he was near. Italy always meant uncertainty for us, I never knew if it was the last time I would look into his brown. I need to know when he’ll come back. I hate this question. “When will you come back?” By the look in his face, I already knew the answer.

“Luna, I’m not coming back.” Hearing that made me see how broke Matteo was, how broke I was. Only a sentence was enough to bring me on my knees, I wasn’t able of keep standing, I was too weak for handling this. There I was crying on the floor of his apartment. Matteo got closer.

“Don’t touch.” I moved away screaming. I couldn’t take his touch now. Maybe distance will be good.

“Don’t do that to us.” Matteo said coming closer again. “It’s hard enough to do this already.”

“To do what? Give up on yourself? Yeah, it must suck so bad.” I exclaimed eyeing the ground. I was getting angry at him, realizing he threw everything he lived for away.

“Give up on us!” He yelled turning back, I looked at him shocked. “I’m not giving up on me going to Italy, I already tried to live my dream and nothing happened. The only thing that got me stuck in here was you.”

The only thing that got me stuck in here was you. I could feel that phrase would follow me for sometime. I never wanted Matteo to feel trapped in Buenos Aires for me. He said he wanted to follow his dream, not just be the Bálsano’s company heir. I supported him. Did I mess that support for pressure? Am I the reason he stayed? I made Matteo’s life so miserable? How could I not notice? I rush of tear streamed down my cheeks.

“Luna, I’m sorry,” He took my arm while apologizing and I couldn’t recognize his touch, it felt so cold, ice cold, so I flinched away in the same second. “Luna…”

“You’re right.” I whispered shaking my head.

“Chica delivery…” I’m always gonna miss it, but I needed to do what is best for Matteo.

“You’re right. I can’t keep you here, you should go.” I said standing up and wiping my tears. “You should go.” Moment to be brave, Luna. “It’s for the best.”

Matteo gasped and looked disappointed. I hoped for all the good things in the world to gave up and just run into Matteo’s arms, but I shouldn’t. That’s right way.

“Yes. For the best.” Matteo repeat. During the following quietness was pretty awkward, it was everything I wanted to say but it was about to be lost in the limbo forever. We kept our eyes locked on each other’s. Although, fortunately the moment didn’t last enough for me to take back my choice.

“No, Ámbar, that doesn’t mean,” Simón giggled coming from the room with Ámbar following him. They stopped when they saw us in the living room, we must be terrible because no of them said a thing for awhile.

“My flight is in a hour, so I have to go.” Matteo said finally looking away, moving for his bags.

“Do you need help?” Simón offered. “We can go with you to the airport with you.” Ámbar took his arm and murmured something to him, he nodded.

“No, I need to be alone.” Matteo answered taking all his bag.

“You’ll have more than enough time for being alone in that flight. You will handle me for some more minutes.” Ámbar stated walking toward him when he was at the door. I thought she was mad him for the smooth but looks like that is in the past. Matteo turned to her. “Just accept it.” He sighed hearing it.

“Bye, Simón.” Matteo came to Simón and they hugged. They hugged! Most unexpected scene in my life.

“Bye, Matteo. Good luck in Italy.” Simón said. Then Matteo walked to me. My breath failed. He didn’t spoke, we hugged. It would be our last hug. Remembering this, I couldn’t hold myself when I got on my tiptoes and crashed my lips on his. I needed a last kiss on my memory. This kiss was exactly like our first one. Everything around us seemed to fade away, the only feel I had was his lips on mine, the warmth of his hold, the main difference was that it tasted salty for the tears that we two had running down our face. We broke the kiss, he caressed my cheek. “Bye, chica delivery.” He pulled me into his chest again. “Take care of yourself, Luna.”

“Goodbye, chico fresa.” I said into his chest. We untangled, he kissed my forehead and walked to the door waving.

“Come back later?” Simón asked when Ámbar was closing the door, she came back.

“Sure. See you later!” She answered blowing a kiss and disappearing, shutting the door. As it shut, my knees failed and I got to the floor crying, soon Simón’s arms were around me.

“Luna!” He called me. “It will be okay.”

“I lost him. I lost him.” The only words I was able to say in my blubbering. Even if no one could hear it, I felt all my sobs coming forming a name: Matteo. I was too tired to fight against myself, so slowly I fell asleep. And went to the place where I still could find Matteo everyday; my dreams.

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Okay. So #studyblrs get real isn’t trying to offend anyone. I’ve gotten some anon messages that are really rude and I’ve just straight up deleted them.

#studyblrs get real is just that, we’re getting real. I’ve rewritten my notes to be aesthetically pleasing one time. Uno. Ein. Yeah that’s the only languages I know one in.

The studyblr aesthetic isn’t most people’s real life studies methods. It’s some people’s, and I want to congratulate those who manage to keep the aesthetic up.

But honestly, it’s not real life. Real life is being up at 2 AM, surrounded by four empty cups, Rice Krispies Treat wrappers, and a pizza box with just pizza crust in it, and grease marks on your paper. Real life is not having time to make these AMAZING and GORGEOUS notes, because you’re studying for the grade, NOT the notes.

People say you just need to “study” to be a studyblr, but why is it only the MUJIs, the Mildliners, and the Staedtlers get reblogged? Why doesn’t the pictures of sloppy, coffee stained notes get reblogged? The rain drenched crinkled notes that don’t get rewritten. The notes with more scribbles than legible writing.

Underneath is why I think that #studyblrs get real needs to become popular, and fast, which has been taken from what I said in a conversation with @universi-tea where the idea for #studyblrs get real came up.

Teens that are growing up may not know what they’re facing, because aesthetic studyblr makes it look like sunshine and lollipops.

“I’ve been through things that will commonly happen. I’ve been rejected by my dream school, and I’ve cried at 4 AM in the morning because my fourth SAT scores weren’t high enough to meet requirements after months of studying. I’ve taken AP classes. I’ve graduated.

Your high school/college/university experience may have been different, but mine was a rude awakening and I’m trying to prevent others from crashing and burning like I did. I was an all A student in high school, even with AP classes. I graduated fifth in my class with 25 credits from AP scores, in which my school only offered seven AP classes.

My first test in uni was a 38 in Business Calculus. A fucking 38 out of 100. I remember it very vividly (Thursday night, and the Blacklist was on.) It was like someone was trying play a joke on me because I had NEVER gotten that low of a test grade before. I remember looking at my scores, and the sense of dread settling into the pit of my stomach. I cried, and then called my old AP Bio teacher (idk why now that I think about it) I had a panic attack, and I was by myself (lived alone.) Those two are very dangerous. My next test score was a 51. Rinse, and repeat.

Do you know how worthless I felt? How long my mom yelled at me after I called her? How my friends reacted when they found out? I went and had a four hour conversation with the professor, who told me that this was the most common thing he saw in a class with freshmen in it. That they come thinking that they’re prepared and they are by no means prepared. I had to go to tutoring. For every single class but one. This was so fucking embarrassing. I had gone from the tutor in HS to the tutored in Uni.

My best friend went to the North Carolina School of Math and Science. Extremely prestigious, and extremely hard. “It’s like taking uni classes when you’re 16, 17, and 18, but you don’t get credit for them as college classes.” I’ve known my best friend since I was 10-ish. She’s the most level headed, and the smartest person I know. She calls me frequently, crying, because the work load. She spent a whole week with me trying to get over one failing grade.

This embarrassment, this shame and lack of self worth I experienced in uni is something I NEVER want ANYONE to experience. I’m trying to prevent these people younger than I am from feeling this way, because I had sunk into a depression because of grades. Grades that could’ve been prevented, had I known the truth.

Sure, the studyblr aesthetic may work in some people’s lives, but in college/uni, you’re being pulled in so many directions. I don’t know of a single person in any of my classes that have gorgeous notes. Hell, I don’t know anyone who can even afford to buy nice planners, or buy fresh fruit. Being “a broke college student” is entirely legit.

But all this aside, if you’ve managed to live out the studyblr aesthetic in university and keep up your grades, you better be DAMN proud of yourself. I’m not trying to make anyone mad. This is the reality most of us experience. It’s the honest truth, and I had to find out the hard way. I just don’t want anyone else to find out the hard way, either.“

One foot in the grave

From the age of two Lance never stopped moving.
He would crawl through his house making it impossible to keep track of him.
However it was nothing compared to what he was like when he learned how to walk.
Soon as he could stand on his own two feet he was gone.
He would run through the garden chasing birds.
He would run to his classes in school.
He would run to the store.
He would run across the road.
Without looking both ways.
He would run straight into the path of a truck.
While he was lying in the hospital bed with his legs shattered all the doctors would tell him was how lucky he was to be alive.
For a while Lance thought that his luck would also save his legs.
But it wasn’t to be.
The doctors did all they could, using pins to try and fuse the bones back together.
However after only two days infection had set in and they had no choice but to amputate the first leg.
The second came a week later after it became clear that the bone just wasn’t fusing back together.
For months Lance was trapped in a chair, healing and waiting.
He never cried though. If he cried then his mama would cry.
Lance wouldn’t have his mama crying because of him.
When he finally got prosthetics it wasn’t what he had been hoping for.
It was a long painful process full of disappointment and failure before he could walk again.
And an even longer time before he could run again.
However Lance was determined and never gave up.
By time he moved to a new high school no one could tell he was missing both legs.

Lance was walking home from class grumbling to himself. He was pretty annoyed that his best friend Hunk had decided that he would prefer to hang out with Pidge then him.
Well not decided more like had to do he wouldn’t fail the project they were working on.
But Lance felt like being petty.
It had been raining that day, the humidity made his stumps painful which made him irritated.
To make things worse he had no choice but to walk home in the rain since his car had gone and died on him that morning.
Lance was so busy wallowing in self pity that he didn’t even notice he was about to walk into someone.
He managed to walk straight into a figure huddled inside their jacket causing the two of them to fall to the ground with a thud.
“What the hell man!” Lance yelled before stopping when he realised who he had just walked into.
Keith glared at him the rain plastering his dark hair to his face “not my fault! You walked into me!”
“Yeah well your still a jerk! You park in the handicapped space yesterday at the mall!” Lance yelled pointing at him accusingly.
“Why the hell do you care where I park! It was like 4am and it wasn’t like anyone needed it!” Keith snapped getting to his feet and trying to brush some of the water away.
“You didn’t kno-” Lance had tried to stand but when he was halfway up a cracking sound echoed around the empty campus and he went flying forwards right into Keith who caught him out of pure instinct.
Keith’s anger quickly turned to concern and nausea at the sight of the unnatural angle the lower half of Lance’s leg was now bent.
“Oh my god! Shit I’ll call an ambulance!” Keith stuttered as he carefully lowered Lance to the floor and looked for his phone only to find it cracked and unresponsive.
“D-don’t worry I’ll erm I’ll… why are you laughing?”
Lance was laughing hard as he watched Keith’s panicked actions.
“Relax dude I’m fine. See” he grabbed his foot and pulled making Keith have to fight the urge to throw up as it came away in his hand.
“See just plastic.”
Keith’s eyes widened at the sight of the prosthetic. He had no idea that Lance, the over confident narcissistic pretty boy was a amputee.
Suddenly him getting upset about Keith taking the handicapped spot makes much more sense.
“Shit… I’m sorry.”
Lance shrugged, “nah you were right it wasn’t your fault. But erm if your still riding the guilt train I could use a ride? I mean if you don’t mind.” He looked away blushing and Keith couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah sure.”
He didn’t wait for permission, instead he simply scooped Lance up princess style and walked him to his car, a small beat up red thing that could almost pass for home made with all the repairs done to it.
“H-hey I don’t need carrying!” Lance’s blush deepened as he wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck for stability only. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
“It’s quicker then you just hopping along.” Keith shrugged as he deposited Lance in the passenger seat and took his place behind the wheel.
“Still dude. It’s humiliating. Bad enough you know about my legs.”
Keith rose and eyebrow as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I only knew about one of them.”
“Fuck…” Lance hissed under his breath.
Keith couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at that.
“Man I really am an idiot, can you keep this between us… it’s just I’d prefer everyone not to know.”
Lance sounded so small and vulnerable in that moment that Keith glanced over to check that it really was the same obnoxious guy he knew from school.
“Look I promise I won’t tell anyone… but maybe you should.”
“What would you know about this?” Lance huffed crossing his arms.
“More then you would expect, my brother Shiro lost his arm and he was suffering in silence for a long time. I just don’t want you to do the same.”
Keith glanced over at Lance to see him looking very embarrassed.
Keith’s eyes widened “b-by that I mean anyone in your situation not j-just you specifically!” He rambled on quickly.
Lance laughed that strong joy filled laugh of his That always seems to light up the room. “It’s cool man. I knew what you meant.”
They pulled up outside Lance’s home and Keith offered his shoulder for support this time rarther then carrying him in.
After ringing the bell and waiting on the door step Lance looked up at Keith. “Hey Keith.”
“Yeah Lance?”
Lance kissed him on the cheek just as the door opened and Lance launched himself on his older brother closing the door behind him.
Leaving a very confused, very wet but also very very VERY happy Keith standing outside.

Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU

Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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I feel your absence like a noose around my neck. I look at you and I ache. Something inside me twists. It wants to get out. All of me is reaching towards you.
I feel your hands like ghosts. My skin remembers what it was like to be warm. Like the sun was burning, burning, burning inside me. We slept under the same moon. We laughed under the same sky. Somewhere, all of that is raining back down on me.
I lift my face and greet it.
I lift my face and remember even though I know you forgot.
I lift my face anyway.
I kiss the rain and wish it were you.
Shit my wife has said to our cat, part 3

- I don’t trust you not to lose your mind, you little sociopath.

- You double assed bitch! (Then, to me) Sorry, but!! She’s on my pillow!!

- I am the queen of bitchdom and this is my liege, heiress to bitchdom.

- Were you spat out from the rain from an evil faerie realm??? One of these days we should give you back to the rain so you can return to your realm to rule.

- Don’t look at me like I committed a crime! You don’t know me!

- If you love a raccoon, we will support you. Have you been dumpster-diving? You’d be a great dad to six raccoons.

- I will love you no matter what pain you cause me. I have had a long and difficult life and kitty nails do not matter to me.

- Ohhhh my gosh, look at your fluffy butt! You brought it with you!!!!

- You look like you’re about to go supernova and consume my face. No face consumption! Let alone from a dying star.

- (Miss Kitty stretches out her paw) Look at this idiot! You reach for things you cannot manage! You’re halfway to the moooooon! Claw your way through space!

- May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest, you tiny fluffy bitch.

- Is this how you’re gonna be? You moldy bread slice.

- You’re fluffy, like you’re made of dreams, but actually you were wrung from the nightmares of a man who has seen too much.

- Can I help you, Miss Kitty? I don’t think I can. I think you’re beyond help.

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Sunday Morning

Summary: A young man and a young woman run into one another on a Sunday morning at a coffee shop, both of them heartbroken, and rediscover what it means to love and be loved. Bucky x Reader 

 Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this one for a bit. It’s basically the feel-good romance no one ever expected me to write (me included) 

 Words: ~2900

Originally posted by writingandcoffeehouse

Bucky used to love Sunday mornings. They were meant for sleeping in, for curling against the soft, tender body that slept next to him.

They’d had five years of Sunday mornings, of her soft sighs in his ear as she stirred from her sleep, bright green eyes blinking sleepily up at him as he kissed her plush, pink lips. Five years of Sunday mornings, of making coffee in a pair of boxers; of her arms wrapping around him from behind, a soft cheek against his bare back. Five years of Sunday mornings, of sitting at the breakfast bar in their pajamas, her thumb wiping jelly off the corners of his mouth.

Five years of Sunday mornings, wasted.

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The Flat
  • Sirius bought it in 7th year.
  • He was walking down a street in muggle London, smoking a cigarette, not really paying attention to where he was going or why. 
  • Then he saw it.
  • And he had to have it.
  • It was small, dusty, old and needed some work done, but damn did Sirius love that flat.
  • I had four bedrooms, a kitchen and dining room area with a living space coming off the end and two and half small bathrooms (when I say half, one was just a toilet and a sink).
  • It had these huge windows along just one wall. They were so big you could stand on the window sill at the bottom and just press your whole body against the glass, staring down onto the street below.
  • The house had a bright red door with small flecks of paint coming off it. 
  • The flat itself was on the second floor of the building, but even from the ground, staring at those huge windows and the For Sale sign, Sirius knew he wanted it bad. 
  • So he bought it two weeks later.
  • He didn’t tell anyone about it at first, he wanted it to be a surprise for when they left school.
  • But Sirius Black is terrible at keeping secrets, especially from his best friends and especially when he was excited.
  • So, one rainy weekend he took them all down to muggle London for a special trip.
  • ‘Sirius what is this all about. it’s cold.’ ‘Be quiet Wormy I need to show you something.’
  • ‘Sirius we have been walking for hours, please, my feet are tired.’ ‘James shut the hell up, we got off the bus thirty seconds ago.’
  • They rounded the corner, walked a few meters until Sirius was standing in front of the house, his arms spread wide and a huge grin on his face, like he was a small child showing his mother his latest drawing.
  • ‘Well, what do you think?’
  • ‘I think it’s raining and you have stopped in the middle of the street for no reason.’
  • ‘Fuck off Moony, I mean the house.’
  • ‘What? This house?’
  • ‘Yes this house you wanker, it’s mine.’
  • Peter, James and Remus all just stare.
  • ‘You bought a house…’
    Sirius dropped his arms.
  •  ‘Well no.. I bought a flat, second floor. I thought we could all live here. When we leave school…Together.’
  • Silence.James, never one for silences, or being able to handle the look of fear and apprehension on Sirius’ face, breaks into a smile.
  • ‘For real Pads?’
  • ‘Yeah.. for real..’
  • James clapped Peter on the back, still grinning. Peter smiles too. Then James runs up and hugs Sirius, very briefly and before the poor boy can respond, James has broken away and is running up to the red door, unlocking and sprinting inside, bounding up the stairs. A few seconds later he is seen in one of the enormous windows, still grinning as he jumps about motioning for the others to join him.
  • Peter laughs before running in after James. Remus remains standing and staring.
  • ‘You want me to move in with you?’
  • Sirius blushes.
  • ‘Probably should have made asking you more romantic Moony.. but I figured having us all here would be cute as well. But yeah, I want you to move in with me. And James. And Peter. I basically want you to move into Gryffindor Dormitory 2.0, only this time we get to share a bed.’
  • Remus is silent.
  • Sirius is worried.
  • ‘You don’t have to Rem. Maybe this is too fast. You can say no…’
  • ‘I love you, Sirius’
  • ‘I love you too, Moony.’
  • ‘But I get the left side of the bed.’
  • Sirius lets out a bark like laugh.
  • ‘Fine, but I’m choosing the sheets, your taste sucks ass.’
  • Moving into the London flat was all they could talk about for the next few months.
  • Sirius had never asked them to pay any rent, he had more than enough money after his Uncle had passed away and figured it was the least he could do.
  • But James had downright refused to let his friend pay for him, insisting he would split the rent 50/50 every month, no matter what protests Sirius put up.
  • Remus wanted to pay too, but Sirius didn’t even bother listening to that. Remus didn’t have the money to do it, not that Sirius cared, and he would always say, ‘Remus, we are going to be sharing a bed, theirs not really anything for you to pay for. Plus, you can get me a really cool birthday present to make up for it.’ Remus got him a motorbike that year.
  • A few weeks before the end of school, just when the boys had finished there exams, and reality had started to sink in, Sirius heard that Marlene’s parents hadn’t taken the whole ‘her dating Dorcas’ thing so well, and were no longer speaking to her. So the next day he went up to her, pulled her aside and told her that there was a bedroom waiting in a small flat in London that he was sure her and Dorcas would enjoy.
  • He’d never seen Marlene cry before that day.
  • A week later James walked into the dormitory, sweaty and gross from Quidditch practice, panting as he explained that he was in love with Lily Evans.
  • ‘Yeah no shit Potter, I heard you two last night.’
  • Sirius got a pillow thrown at his head. 
  • Then James explained that he was going to ask Lily to move in with him after they left school. That he wanted her in his life and in the flat. If Sirius was okay with that.
  • Sirius started laughing. James was confused.
  • ‘Prongs, you are the most oblivious boy I have ever met. Lily and I have been waiting for you to ask her to move in for the past two months.’
  • Sirius got another pillow thrown at his head. Then James ran off to go find Lily.

Undiscovered by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam

Sam, Dean, and Reader seek shelter in a storm, and find solace in each other.

Warnings: Inspired by Season 12, Episode 9, but no specific spoilers. EXPLICIT SMUT. Threesome (NO WINCEST), Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fingering, Dirty talk, Language, Alcohol.

Word Count: 4068 | On AO3

This was inspired by an idea from my Over 30 sisters & my impulsive purchase of a J2 Sandwich photo opp for Seacon in April. Ahhh! I’m freakin out! :) Enjoy! 

Our boots crunched on the wet leaves as we moved quickly through the forest. The overcast sky and misting rain didn’t help since we were already cold in thin, gray jumpsuits. I shivered as I followed close behind Dean, Sam behind us with the stolen gun.

Suddenly we reached a clearing and I could see the outline of a small building. As we approached Sam and I kept lookout, and Dean went up to jimmy the door of the cabin. After looking inside a window, he stepped back and kicked the door in. Sam and I followed him inside, looking quickly behind us before barricading the cabin with a heavy dresser.

The cabin was dark inside with half of the windows boarded up, and the hodgepodge of furniture collected like dusty landmines. The earthy scent of rain and old firewood smoke filled the air. We spread out around the one room, searching boxes and crates. Sam banged open a rusty metal filing cabinet on the far wall, and laughed shortly as he saw what was inside.

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It cries in my heart 

 Like it rains in the town 

What is this languor 

That soaks to my heart?

“On the dark street of a foreign city, surrounded by the sound of the rain, he pressed his face into his hands and sobbed.” 

-Blackbird an amazing fic by @thetwoguineabook

Katsuki and the hurt Midoriya Bird - Full Translation

I just found the prequel to the really beautiful and cute AU where Bakugou finds an abandoned hurt Midoriya bird and nurses him back to health, so here is the full translation of the comic. ♥

Art by @hiroaca_ake || Translated by seairu​

Deku: “….e..lp..”

Deku: “Help…..”

Bakugou: “?”

Deku: “This way!”

Deku: “Ah, you finally saw me!”

Deku: “Finally… Nobody was answering, I was getting really worried.”

Deku: “Umm, can you get me out,  if it’s not a bother?”

Bakugou: ‘What is THAT, a bird? Person?’ 'I’m not getting into this mess. It’s hurt and gonna die soon anyway so nothing good can come out of this.’

Bakugou’s Mom: “Katsuki~, can you do mama a favor?”

Bakugou: “What?”

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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongin (Kai)

Rating: NC-17 (description of plane crash, explicit sex)

Word Count: 7,950

Summary: A plane crash leaves you stranded, somewhere deep in the Pacific Ocean. Your only company is Kim Jongin - though whether this is better than being alone, you still haven’t decided.

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This was about 10pm in May just after a day of patchy, moody showers. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fascinated by such wondrous sight ever. I don’t think I can properly describe the feeling that this scene gave to me but I’m going to try. The air was warm and the breeze playfully fluttered around my face and about my hair. The light drizzle of rain was invigorating and my skin was dewy with droplets, almost luminous in the pinkish light. Every time I took a deep breath, and I mean a deep breath, as in filling your lungs completely, of the fresh, clear and crisp air, I almost felt like I was in some sort of book description or something, like I felt radiant, and I imagined my eyes to be sparkling with wonder…I don’t know, it sounds weird but that’s the closest I can come to what I felt. As we crossed canals around The Nine Streets I felt like I couldn’t get enough. I kept twirling around, trying to soak in everything at once. The clouds just wouldn’t stay still! Every time they moved, a more beautiful scene morphed out of the former. The colours bloomed and transformed from cool blues to soft pinks until they formed this scene in the picture. Rosy-fingered, flocculent clouds floated softly in front of a crisp, pure blue, tinged with a faint goldish-yellow. The canal below was streaked with colour and glowed softly, winking at me from below. The whole scene was simply magical. There was some sort of heavenly, ethereal beauty that just refused to be captured on camera. 

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,648 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

a/n: for my curious babies, @ssconce, @the95liner :’)

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Originally posted by marorra

This one is dedicated to @onceuponagladerhead, @noones-girl1980 and that one anon who said they wanted it I appreciate you guys so here it is

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Summary: AU in which Jughead and the reader are roommates at boarding school and they hate each other. The reader employs some ~interesting~ techniques to find out if Jughead likes her


A/N: I know some people really want Jughead to be asexual but he is not in this fic so if you don’t like the idea then please don’t read it 

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Yeah🤘🏽 yeah👌🏽 yeah👍🏽 yeah👊🏽 yeah👊🏽 my bitch🐶 she bad👿 to the bone🍖 ay🙄 Wait✋🏽 these niggas👨🏿 watchin'👀 I swear to God🙏🏽 they be my clones👥 Yeah✌🏽 hey🤙🏽 huh🤷🏽‍♂️ switchin’ my hoes🤰🏽 like my flows🌊 (what?🤔) Switchin’ my flows🌊 like my clothes👕👔 (like what?🤔) Keep on shootin'💥 that gun🔫, don’t reload🙅🏽‍♂️ Ooh😧, ooh😲, now she👩🏾‍🎤 want fuck👅 with my crew🤵🏾🤵🏿🤵🏽 Cause the money🤑 come💦 all out the roof🏠 Drive🚘 the ‘Rari🏎, that bitch got no roof🏚 (skrt🚗) Wait🛑, what kind of ‘Rari🏎? 458 (damn😱) All of these niggas👨🏿, they hate😡 (they hate😤) Try to hide🙈 shoot💥 through the gate Look👀, go🏃🏽 to the strip club💋, make it rain💸 (rain☔️) So much money💰 they use rakes👨🏽‍🌾 Count 100,000💯 in your face😩 (in your face😫) Yeah😎, they put 300💯💯💯 right👉🏽 in the safe🔐 Met her today📆, oh😮 She talk🗣 to me😏 like she knew me🤓, yah😜 Go to sleep😴 in a jacuzzi🏖, yah😅 Yeah😄, wakin’ up😪 right to a two✌🏽 piece, yah😎 Countin'➕ that paper💵 like loose leaf📝, yah😉 Gettin’ that chicken🐔 with blue💙 cheese🧀, yah😋 Yeah😠, boy👦🏾 you so fake💅🏽 like my collar👔 You snakin'🐍, I swear to God🙌🏽 that be that Gucci🍦, ay🅰️ And you know🤓 we winnin'✅ (winnin'😼) Yeah👍🏽, we is not🚫 losin'❌ Try to play⛹🏽 your song🎧, it ain’t move⤴️ me (what?🤷🏽‍♂️) Saw👀 your girl👧🏾 once☝🏽 now she choose🤔 me, yeah😂

hello! i’ve compiled a list of quotes from many different people, all with a common theme of moving forward. “moving forward” is a purposefully broad term that i believe covers a variety of topics: poor grades, failure, breakups, mental illness, and trauma, among many others.

regardless of your situation, i hope you can find something in this list that speaks to you! let me know if this post has helped you in any way, it’ll make my day c:

  • “Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.”
    • Mason Cooley
  • "Even if you fall on your face, you’re still moving forward.”
    • Victor Kiam
  • “New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.”
    • Lao Tzu
  • “I think you have to try and fail, because failure gets you closer to what you’re good at.”
    • Louis C.K.
  • “No rain, no flowers.”
    • Anonymous
  • “You’ve got to make a conscious choice every day to shed the old–whatever ‘the old’ means for you.”
    • Sarah Ban Breathnach
  • “Happiness isn’t something you wait around for. It’s something you create yourself.”
    • Yasujiro Ozu
  • “Go and do things you can’t. That’s how you get to do them.”
    • Pablo Picasso
  • “Be so good they can’t ignore you.”
    • Steve Martin
  • “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
    • Douglas Adams
  • “There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.”
    • C.S. Lewis
  • “What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t even happened yet.”
    • Anne Frank

and finally, a simple thought that forever changed me:

  • “You’re a thousand mistakes away from being good at something.”
    • My high school choir director

i hope you enjoyed reading these!! thank you so much, and have a wonderful rest of your day :>